I dwell in Possibility– A fairer House than Prose– More numerous of Windows– Superior– for Doors– Of Chambers as the Cedars– Impregnable of Eye– And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky– Of Visitors– the fairest– For Occupation– This– The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise–
Author: Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Little-known during her life, she has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, into a prominent family with strong ties to its community.
“Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm – I’ve heard it in the chillest land – And on the strangest Sea – Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – of me.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the Purple Host Who took the Flag today Can tell the definition So clear of Victory As he defeated – dying – On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Burst agonized and clear.