DESIRE - Who never wanted, -- maddest joy
Who never wanted, -- maddest joy / Remains to him unknown:
A dew sufficed itself
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A dew sufficed itself
And satisfied a leaf,
And felt, 'how vast a destiny!
How trivial is life!'
The sun went out to work,
The day went out to play,
But not again that dew was seen
By physiognomy.
Whether by day abducted,
Or emptied by the sun
Into the sea, in passing,
Eternally unknown.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
IN THE GARDEN - A bird came down the walk
A bird came down the walk: / He did not know I saw;
THE INEVITABLE
While I was fearing it, it came, / But came with less of fear,
The bustle in a house
The bustle in a house / The morning after death