BLOOM upon the Mountain, stated
BLOOM upon the Mountain, stated, / Blameless of a name.
CALLED BACK - Just lost when I was saved!
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Just lost when I was saved!
Just felt the world go by!
Just girt me for the onset with eternity,
When breath blew back,
And on the other side
I heard recede the disappointed tide!
Therefore, as one returned, I feel,
Odd secrets of the line to tell!
Some sailor, skirting foreign shores,
Some pale reporter from the awful doors
Before the seal!
Next time, to stay!
Next time, the things to see
By ear unheard,
Unscrutinized by eye.
Next time, to tarry,
While the ages steal, --
Slow tramp the centuries,
And the cycles wheel.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE BEE - Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush / I hear the level bee:
To know just how he suffered would be dear
To know just how he suffered would be dear; / To know if any human eyes were near
I CAN'T tell you, but you feel it
I CAN'T tell you, but you feel it– / Nor can you tell me,