Emily Dickinson 
The
Soul's Storm
It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.
It burned me in the night,
It blistered in my dream;
It sickened fresh upon my sight
With every morning's beam.
I thought that storm was brief,--
The maddest, quickest by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.
Parting
My life closed twice before its
close
If Immortality unveil
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
The
Chariot (Because I Could Not Stop for Death)
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 no 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 paused 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.
It dropped so slow in my regard
I heard it reach the ground,
And go to pieceson the stones
At the bottom of my mind;
Yet blamedthe faith that fractured,
less
Than I
reviled myself
For entertaining plated wares
Upon my
silver shelf.
Lad of
Athens
Faithful
be
To Thyself
and Mystery
All the
rest is Perjury
heaven
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That 'Heaven' is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind, --
There Paradise is found!.
Me! Come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me! Hear! My foreign ear
The sounds of welcome near!
The saints shall meet
Our bashful feet.
My holiday shall be
That they remember me;
My paradise, the fame
That they pronounce my name.
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