۝ There is no Frigate like a Book ۝

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There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry --
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll --
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human soul.

By Emily Dickinson

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SAFE in their Alabaster Chambers –

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Part Four: Time and Eternity
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SAFE in their Alabaster Chambers –
Untouched by Morning –
And untouched by Noon –
Lie the meek members of the Resurrection –
Rafter of satin – and Roof of stone!

Grand go the Years – in the Crescent above them –
Worlds scoop their Arcs –
And Firmaments – row –
Diadems – drop – and Doges – surrender –
Soundless as dots – on a Disc of Snow –

By Emily Dickinson
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۞ ARCTURUS is his other name,— ۞

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Part Two: Nature
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ARCTURUS is his other name --
I'd rather call him Star!
It's very mean of Science
To go and interfere!

I slew a worm the other day --
A Savant passing by
Murmured "Resurgam" -- Centipede!
Oh Lord -- how frail are we!
I pull a flower from the woods --

A monster with a glass
Computes the stamens in a breath --
And has her in a class!
Whereas I took the Butterfly

Aforetime in my hat --
He sits erect in Cabinets --
The Clover bells forgot.

What once was Heaven
Is Zenith now --
Where I proposed to go
When Time's brief masquerade was done
Is mapped and charted too.

What if the poles should frisk about
And stand upon their heads!
I hope I'm ready for the worst --
Whatever prank betides!

Perhaps the Kingdom of Heaven's changed --
I hope the Children there
Won't be new fashioned when I come --
And laugh at me -- and stare --

I hope the Father in the skies
Will lift his little girl --
Old fashioned -- naught -- everything --
Over the stile of Pearl!

By Emily Dickinson
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۝ Spring Has Sprung ۝

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A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

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Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

~ Thomas Nashe (1567–1601)

Selected Emily Dickinson

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Part One: Life
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MUSICIANS wrestle everywhere:
All day, among the crowded air,
… I hear the silver strife;
And—waking long before the dawn—
Such transport breaks upon the town
… I think it that "new life!"

It is not bird, it has no nest;
Nor band, in brass and scarlet dressed,
… Nor tambourine, nor man;
It is not hymn from pulpit read,—
The morning stars the treble led
… On time's first afternoon!

Some say it is the spheres at play!
Some say that bright majority
… Of vanished dames and men!
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late, celestial face,
… Please God, shall ascertain!

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Part Two: Nature
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A LIGHT exists in spring
… Not present on the year
At any other period.
… When March is scarcely here

A color stands abroad
… On solitary hills
That silence cannot overtake,
… But human nature feels.

It waits upon the lawn;
… It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
… It almost speaks to me.

Then, as horizons step,
… Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
… It passes, and we stay:

A quality of loss
… Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
… Upon a sacrament.

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Part Three: Love
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LOVE is anterior to life,
… Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
… The exponent of breath.

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