THERE is another Loneliness
THERE is another Loneliness / That many die without,
THE MOUNTAIN - The mountain sat upon the plain
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The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
The seasons prayed around his knees,
Like children round a sire:
Grandfather of the days is he,
Of dawn the ancestor.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
PROBLEMS - Bring me the sunset in a cup
Bring me the sunset in a cup, / Reckon the morning's flagons up,
A LITTLE madness in the Spring
A LITTLE madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King,
THE ORIOLE'S SECRET - To hear an oriole sing
To hear an oriole sing / May be a common thing,