written by Emily Dickinson411
The Color of the Grave is Green
The Outer Grave I mean
You would not know it from the Field
Except it own a Stone
To help the fond to find it
Too infinite asleep
To stop and tell them where it is
But just a Daisy deep
The Color of the Grave is white
The outer Grave I mean
You would not know it from the Drifts
In Winter till the Sun
Has furrowed out the Aisles
Then higher than the Land
The little Dwelling Houses rise
Where each has left a friend
The Color of the Grave within
The Duplicate I mean
Not all the Snows could make it white
Not all the Summers Green
You've seen the Color maybe
Upon a Bonnet bound
When that you met it with before
The Ferret cannot find
Emily Dickinson
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Fri 07.20.2007 at 23:46
133
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
And then reluctant turn
My flowers raise their pretty lips
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Sun 07.15.2007 at 15:48
129
Cocoon above! Cocoon below!
Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so
What all the world suspect?
An hour, and gay on every tree
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Thu 07.12.2007 at 20:47
416
A Murmur in the Trees to note
Not loud enough for Wind
A Star not far enough to seek
Nor near enough to find
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Fri 07.06.2007 at 04:32
806
A Planted Life diversified
With Gold and Silver Pain
To prove the presence of the Ore
In Particles 'tis when
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Thu 06.21.2007 at 11:26
645
Bereavement in their death to feel
Whom We have never seen
A Vital Kinsmanship import
Our Soul and theirs between
written by Emily Dickinson, published on Wed 06.06.2007 at 10:32
783
The Birds begun at Four o'clock
Their period for Dawn
A Music numerous as space
But neighboring as Noon
