"I many times thought peace had come", Emily Dickinson

I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away.
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove,
As hopeless as I,
How many the fictious shores
Before the harbor lie.

To Emily Dickinson, the Belle of Amherst

Bliss is a work of countenance,
My humility that myself informs -
I hide or I abstain (ensouled penance)
as if petals work the pierce of thorns.

And as if solitude, unbound,
Moved me from me, to sincerity,
In joyous silence do abound
the labors of one - not society.

There was no sun the whole day
There is no moon tonight
There are only clouds.
Seeing only clouds...

But I know - the sun is there -
In superior air.