LONGING - I envy seas whereon he rides
I envy seas whereon he rides, / I envy spokes of wheels
THERE is another Loneliness
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THERE is another Loneliness
That many die without,
Not want or friend occasions it,
Or circumstances or lot.
But nature sometimes, sometimes thought,
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be divulged
By mortal numeral.
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;
NATURE'S CHANGES - The springtime's pallid landscape
The springtime's pallid landscape / Will glow like bright bouquet,
The bustle in a house
The bustle in a house / The morning after death