Caroline’s Reviews > The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson > Status Update

“Time's sublimest target
Is a soul "forgot!"”

“Then will I not repine,
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown
Shall in a distant tree
Bright melody for me
Return.”

“Good bye, Sir, I am going;
My country calleth me;
Allow me, Sir, at parting,
To wipe my weeping e'e.”

“Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!”

“The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;”
– Valentine week, 1850

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