Emily Dickenson 

Emily Dickenson

art Five: The Single Hound

LIII


THE LONG sigh of the Frog
Upon a Summer’s day,
Enacts intoxication
Upon the revery.
But his receding swell 5
Substantiates a peace,
That makes the ear inordinate
For corporal release.


Part Five: The Single Hound

CXXXVII


JUST so, Jesus raps—He does not weary—
Last at the knocker and first at the bell,
Then on divinest tiptoe standing
Might He out-spy the lady’s soul.
When He retires, chilled and weary— 5
It will be ample time for me;
Patient, upon the steps, until then—
Heart, I am knocking low at Thee!


Part Five: The Single Hound

CXLII


GIVE little anguish
Lives will fret.
Give avalanches—
And they’ll slant,
Straighten, look cautious for their breath, 5
But make no syllable—
Like Death,
Who only shows his
Marble disc—
Sublimer sort than speech.