A THUNDER-STORM - The wind begun to rock the grass
The wind begun to rock the grass / With threatening tunes and low, --
Not with a club the heart is broken
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Not with a club the heart is broken,
Nor with a stone;
A whip, so small you could not see it.
I've known
To lash the magic creature
Till it fell,
Yet that whip's name too noble
Then to tell.
Magnanimous of bird
By boy descried,
To sing unto the stone
Of which it died.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
I many times thought peace had come
I many times thought peace had come, / When peace was far away;
To learn the transport by the pain
To learn the transport by the pain, / As blind men learn the sun;
IN THE GARDEN - A bird came down the walk
A bird came down the walk: / He did not know I saw;