On this long storm the rainbow rose
On this long storm the rainbow rose, / On this late morn the sun;
THE JOURNEY
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Our journey had advanced;
Our feet were almost come
To that odd fork in Being's road,
Eternity by term.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet reluctant led.
Before were cities, but between,
The forest of the dead.
Retreat was out of hope, --
Behind, a sealed route,
Eternity's white flag before,
And God at every gate.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
A LITTLE madness in the Spring
A LITTLE madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King,
THE LOST JEWEL - I held a jewel in my fingers
I held a jewel in my fingers / And went to sleep.
If anybody's friend be dead
If anybody's friend be dead, / It 's sharpest of the theme