Emily Dickinson
Poem 1
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew my haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We passed before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Poem 2
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you-Nobody-Too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise-you know!
How dreary-to be-Somebody!
How public-like a Frog-
To tell one's name-the livelong June-
To an admiring Bog!
Poem 3
Much Madness is divinest Sense-
To a discerning Eye-
Much sense-the starkest Madness-
'Tis the Majority
In this, as All, prevail-
Assent-and you are sane-
Demur-you're straightaway dangerous-
And handled with a Chain-
Poem 4
Good night! Which put the Candle out?
A jealous Zephyr-not a doubt-
Ah, friend, you little knew
How long at that celestial wick
The Angels-labored diligent-
Extinguished-now-for you!
It might-have been the Light House spark-
Some Sailor-rowing in the Dark-
Had importuned to see!
It might-have been the waning lamp
That lit the Drummer from the Camp
To purer Reveille!
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