Emily Dickinson Rose Quotations

The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.

She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.

I'll tell you how the sun rose, a ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, "That must have been the sun!

I'll tell you how the Sun rose.

I dwell in Possibility --/ A fairer House than Prose --/ More numerous of Windows --/ Superior --for Doors --.