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<h1>Fascicle 16</h1>
<h2>Emily Dickinson</h2>
<div id="p1601">
<h3>Poem 1 (J 327: 1862/1891)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>Before I got my eye put out—<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>I liked as well to see<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>As other Creatures, that have Eyes—<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>And know no other way—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>But were it told to me, Today,<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>That I might have the Sky<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>For mine, I tell you that my Heart<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>Would split, for size of me—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>The Meadows—mine—<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>The Mountains—mine— <br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>All Forests—Stintless Stars—<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>As much of noon, as I could take—<br />
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>Between my finite Eyes—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>The Motions of the Dipping Birds—<br />
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>The <span class="app">
<span class="var0">Lightning's jointed Road—</span>
<span class="var1">Morning's Amber Road—</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>For mine—to look at when I liked <br />
<span class="lineNum">17 </span>The news would strike me dead—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">18 </span>So safer—guess—with just my soul<br />
<span class="lineNum">19 </span>Upon the window pane<br />
<span class="lineNum">20 </span>Where other Creatures put their Eyes<br />
<span class="lineNum">21 </span>Incautious of the Sun—<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1602">
<h3>Poem 2. (J 607: 1862/1929)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>Of nearness to her Sundered Things<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>The Soul has special times—<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>When Dimness—looks the Oddity—<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>Distinctness—easy—seems—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>The Shapes we buried, dwell about,<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>Familiar, in the Rooms—<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>Untarnished by the Sepulchre,<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">The</span>
<span class="var1">Our</span>
</span> Mouldering Playmate comes—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>In just the Jacket that he wore—<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>Long buttoned in the Mold<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>Since we—old mornings, Children—played—<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>Divided by a world—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>The Grave yields back her Robberies—<br />
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>The Years, our pilfered Things—<br />
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>Bright Knots of Apparitions<br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>Salute us with their wings—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">17 </span>As we—it were—that perished—<br />
<span class="lineNum">18 </span>Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them—<br />
<span class="lineNum">19 </span>And 'twas they, and not ourself<br />
<span class="lineNum">20 </span>That mourned.<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1603">
<h3>Poem 3 (J 279: 1861/1896)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, <br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>Then, I am ready to go!<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>Just look at the Horses—<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>Rapid! That will do!<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>Put me in on the <span class="app">
<span class="var0">firmest </span>
<span class="var1">tightest </span>
<span class="var2">highest—</span>
</span>side—<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>So I shall never fall—<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>For we must ride to the Judgment—<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">And it's partly, down Hill—</span>
<span class="var1">And it's many a mile—the Hills—</span>
</span>
<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>But I never mind the <span class="app">
<span class="var0">steepest</span>
<span class="var1">Bridges</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>And I never mind the Sea—<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>Held fast in Everlasting Race—<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>By my own Choice, and Thee—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>Goodbye to the Life I used to live—<br />
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>And the World I used to know—<br />
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>And kiss the Hills, for me, just once—<br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">Then—</span>
<span class="var1">Now </span>
<span class="var2">Here's a keepsake for </span>
</span> I am ready to go!<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1604">
<h3>Poem 4 (J 241: 1861/1890)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>I like a look of Agony,<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>Because I know it's true—<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>Men do not sham Convulsion,<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>Nor simulate a Throe—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">
Death comes
</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>The Eyes glaze once—and—that is Death—<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>Impossible to feign<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>The Beads upon the Forehead<br />
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>By homely Anguish strung.<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1605">
<h3>Poem 5 (J 280: 1861/1896)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, <br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>And Mourners to and fro <br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>Kept treading—treading—till it seemed <br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>That Sense was breaking through— <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>And when they were all seated, <br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>A Service, like a Drum— <br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>Kept beating—beating—till I thought <br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>My Mind was going numb— <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>And then I heard them lift a Box <br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>And creak across my Soul <br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>With those same Boots of lead, again, <br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>Then Space began to toll, <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>As all the Heavens were a Bell, <br />
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>And Being, but an Ear, <br />
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>And I, and Silence, some strange Race <br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>Wrecked, solitary, here— <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">17 </span>And then a Plank in Reason, broke, <br />
<span class="lineNum">18 </span>And I dropped down, and down— <br />
<span class="lineNum">19 </span>And hit a World, at every <span class="app">
<span class="var0">plunge,</span>
<span class="var1">Crash—</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">20 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">And Finished </span>
<span class="var1">And Got through—</span>
</span>knowing—then—<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1606">
<h3>Poem 6 (J 281: 1861/1935)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>'Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— <br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">So over Horror, it half Captivates—</span>
<span class="var1">So over Horror, it dumb fascinates—</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>The Soul stares after it, secure— <br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">To know the worst, leaves no dread more—</span>
<span class="var1">A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—</span>
</span>
<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>To scan a Ghost, is faint— <br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>But grappling, conquers it— <br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>How easy Torment, now— <br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>Suspense kept sawing so— <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>The Truth, is Bald, and Cold— <br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>But that will hold— <br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>If any are not sure— <br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>We show them—prayer— <br />
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>But we, who know, <br />
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>Stop hoping, now— <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>Looking at Death, is Dying— <br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>Just let go the Breath— <br />
<span class="lineNum">17 </span>And not the pillow at your Cheek <br />
<span class="lineNum">18 </span>So Slumbereth— <br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">19 </span>Others, Can wrestle— <br />
<span class="lineNum">20 </span>Yours, is done— <br />
<span class="lineNum">21 </span>And so of Woe, bleak dreaded—come, <br />
<span class="lineNum">22 </span>It sets the Fright at liberty— <br />
<span class="lineNum">23 </span>And Terror's free— <br />
<span class="lineNum">24 </span>Gay, Ghastly, Holiday! <br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1607">
<h3>Poem 7. (J 282: 1861/1929)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>How noteless Men and Pleiads, stand,<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>Until a sudden sky<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>Reveals the fact that One is rapt<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>Forever from the Eye—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>Members of the Invisible,<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>Existing while we stare,<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>In Leagueless Opportunity,<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>O'ertakeless, as the Air—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>Why didn't we <span class="app">
<span class="var0">detain Them?</span>
<span class="var1">retain Them?</span>
<span class="var2">detain it?</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>The Heavens with a smile,<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>Sweep by our disappointed Heads<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">Without a syllable—</span>
<span class="var1">But deign no syllable</span>
</span>
<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1608">
<h3>Poem 8 (J 242: 1861/1945)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>When we stand on top of Things—<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>And like the Trees, look down—<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>The smoke all cleared away from it—<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>And Mirrors on the scene—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>Just laying light—no soul will wink<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>Except it have a flaw—<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>The Sound ones, like the Hills
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">—shall stand—</span>
<span class="var1">—stand up—</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>No Lightening, <span class="app">
<span class="var0">scares away—</span>
<span class="var1">drives away—</span>
</span>
<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>The Perfect, nowhere be afraid—<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>They bear their<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">dauntless Heads,</span>
<span class="var1">fearless—Heads,</span>
<span class="var2">tranquil—Heads,</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>Where others, dare not <span class="app">
<span class="var0">go at Noon,</span>
<span class="var1">walk at noon,</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>Protected by their deeds—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>The Stars dare shine occasionally<br />
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>Upon a spotted World—<br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>And Suns, go surer, for their Proof, <br />
<span class="lineNum">17 </span>As if <span class="app">
<span class="var0">An Axle, held—</span>
<span class="var1">A Muscle—held</span>
</span>
<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1609">
<h3>Poem 9 (J 445: 1862/1896)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>'Twas just this time, last year, I died.<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span> I know I heard the Corn,<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>When I was carried by the Farms—<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>It had the Tassels on—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>I thought how yellow it would look—<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>When Richard went to mill—<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>And then, I wanted to get out,<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>But something held my will.<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>I thought just how red—Apples wedged<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>The Stubble's joints between—<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>And carts stooping round the fields<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>To take the Pumpkins in—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">13 </span>I wondered which would miss me, least,<br />
<span class="lineNum">14 </span>And when Thanksgiving, came,<br />
<span class="lineNum">15 </span>If father'd multiply the plates—<br />
<span class="lineNum">16 </span>To make an even Sum—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">17 </span>And would it blur the Christmas glee<br />
<span class="lineNum">18 </span>My Stocking hand too high<br />
<span class="lineNum">19 </span>For any Santa Claus to reach<br />
<span class="lineNum">20 </span>The Altitude of me—<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">21 </span>But this sort, grieved myself,<br />
<span class="lineNum">22 </span>And so, I thought the other way,<br />
<span class="lineNum">23 </span>And just this time, some perfect year—<br />
<span class="lineNum">24 </span>Themself, should come to me—<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1610">
<h3>Poem 10 (J 608: 1862/1890)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>Not Death—for who is He?<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>The Porter of my father's Lodge<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>As much abasheth me!<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>Of Life? 'Twere odd I fear thing<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>That comprehendeth me<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>In one or <span class="app">
<span class="var0">two existences</span>
<span class="var1">more—existences</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">Just as the case may be</span>
<span class="var1">As Deity decree—</span>
</span>
<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>Of Resurrection? Is the East<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>Afraid to trust the Morn<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>With her fastidious forehead?<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>As soon impeach my Crown!<br />
</p>
</div>
<div id="p1611">
<h3>Poem 11 (J 446: 1862/1914)</h3>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">1 </span>He showed me Hights I never saw—<br />
<span class="lineNum">2 </span>"Would'st Climb," —He said?<br />
<span class="lineNum">3 </span>I said—"Not so"—<br />
<span class="lineNum">4 </span>"With me—" He said—"With me"?<br />
<span class="lineNum">5 </span>He showed me Secrets—Morning's Nest—<br />
<span class="lineNum">6 </span>The Rope the Nights were put across—<br />
<span class="lineNum">7 </span>"And now—"Would'st have me for a Guest"?<br />
<span class="lineNum">8 </span>I could not find my "Yes".<br />
</p>
<p>
<span class="lineNum">9 </span>And then, He brake His Life—And lo,<br />
<span class="lineNum">10 </span>A Light, for me, did solemn glow,<br />
<span class="lineNum">11 </span>
<span class="app">
<span class="var0">The steadier, as my face withdrew</span>
<span class="var1">The larger—as my face withdrew</span>
</span>
<br />
<span class="lineNum">12 </span>And could I, further, "No"?<br />
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