Emily Dickinson: Fascicle 16

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Poem 2. (J 607: 1862/1929)

1:
Of nearness to her Sundered Things
Of nearness to her sundered things
Of nearness to her sundered things
Of nearness to her sundered Things
Of nearness to her sundered things
2:
The Soul has special times
The Soul has special times ,
The Soul has special times ,
The Soul has special times
The Soul has special times ,
3:
When Dimness looks the Oddity
When Dimness looks the oddity ,
When Dimness looks the oddity ,
When Dimness looks the Oddity
When Dimness looks the Oddity ,
4:
Distinctness easy seems
Distinctness easy seems .
Distinctness easy seems .
Distinctness easy seems
Distinctness easy seems .
5:
The Shapes we buried , dwell about ,
The shapes we buried dwell about .
The shapes we buried dwell about
The Shapes we buried , dwell about ,
The shapes we buried dwell about .
6:
Familiar , in the Rooms
Familiar in the rooms — ,
Familiar in the rooms ,
Familiar , in the Rooms
Familiar in the rooms ,
7:
Untarnished by the Sepulchre ,
Untarnished by the sepulcher
Untarnished by the sepulchre
Untarnished by the Sepulchre ,
Untarnished by the sepulchre
8:
VAR 1: TheVAR 2: Our Mouldering Playmate Comes
Our moldering playmate comes
Our moldering playmate comes
The Mouldering Playmate comes
Our moldering playmate comes
9:
In just the Jacket that he wore
In just the jacket that he wore ,
In just the jacket that he wore ,
In just the Jacket that he wore
In just the jacket that he wore ,
10:
Long buttoned in the Mold
Long buttoned in the mold ,
Long buttoned in the mold ,
Long buttoned in the Mold
Long buttoned in the mold ,
11:
Since we old mornings, Children played
Since we , old mornings, children played ,
Since we , old mornings, children played ,
Since we old mornings, Children played
Since we , old mornings, children played ,
12:
Divided by a world
Divided by a world .
Divided by a world .
Divided by a world
Divided by a world .
13:
The Grave yields back her Robberies
The grave yields back her robberies ,
The grave yields back her robberies ,
The Grave yields back her Robberies
The grave yields back her robberies ,
14:
The Years , our pilfered Things
The years are pilfered things ,
The years are pilfered things ,
The Years , our pilfered Things
The years are pilfered things ,
15:
Bright Knots of Apparitions
Bright knots of apparitions
Bright knots of apparitions
Bright Knots of Apparitions
Bright knots of apparitions
16:
Salute us , with their wings—
Salute us with their wings—
Salute us with their wings—
Salute us , with their wings—
Salute us with their wings—
17:
As we it were that perished
As we it were that perished ,
As we it were that perished ,
As we it were that perished
As we it were that perished ,
18:
Themself had just remained till we rejoin them—
Themselves had just remained
Themselves had just remained
Themself had just remained till we rejoin them—
Themselves had just remained
19:
Till we rejoin them,
Till we rejoin them, and 'twas They
Till we rejoin them,
20:
And 'twas they, and not ourself
And 'twas They, and not Ourselves
And not Ourselves that mourned.
And 'twas they, and not ourself
And 't was They, and not Ourselves
21:
That mourned.
That mourned.
That mourned.
That mourned.
Of nearness to her Sundered Things Of nearness to her Sundered Things The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—seems— The Shapes we buried, dwell about, The Shapes we buried, dwell about, The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Familiar, in the Rooms— Familiar, in the Rooms— Untarnished by the Sepulchre, The Mouldering Playmate comes— Mouldering Playmate comes— In just the Jacket that he wore— In just the Jacket that he wore— Long buttoned in the Mold Since we—old mornings, Children—played— Divided by a world— The Grave yields back her Robberies— The Years, our pilfered Things— Bright Knots of Apparitions As we—it were—that perished— Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them— And 'twas they, and not ourself That mourned. Our Mouldering Playmate comes—
Original Dickinson: Of nearness to her Sundered Things Original Dickinson: The Soul has special times— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: Distinctness—easy—seems— Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Untarnished by the Sepulchre, Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: In just the Jacket that he wore— Original Dickinson: Long buttoned in the Mold Original Dickinson: Since we—old mornings, Children—played— Original Dickinson: Divided by a world— Original Dickinson: The Grave yields back her Robberies— Original Dickinson: The Years, our pilfered Things— Original Dickinson: Bright Knots of Apparitions Original Dickinson: As we—it were—that perished— Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them— Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them— Original Dickinson: And 'twas they, and not ourself Original Dickinson: That mourned.
Original Dickinson: Of nearness to her Sundered Things Original Dickinson: The Soul has special times— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: Distinctness—easy—seems— Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Untarnished by the Sepulchre, Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: In just the Jacket that he wore— Original Dickinson: Long buttoned in the Mold Original Dickinson: Since we—old mornings, Children—played— Original Dickinson: Divided by a world— Original Dickinson: The Grave yields back her Robberies— Original Dickinson: The Years, our pilfered Things— Original Dickinson: Bright Knots of Apparitions Original Dickinson: Salute us with their wings— Original Dickinson: As we—it were—that perished— Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them— Original Dickinson: And 'twas they, and not ourself Original Dickinson: That mourned.
Original Dickinson: Of nearness to her Sundered Things Original Dickinson: The Soul has special times— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: Distinctness—easy—seems— Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Untarnished by the Sepulchre, Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: In just the Jacket that he wore— Original Dickinson: Long buttoned in the Mold Original Dickinson: Since we—old mornings, Children—played— Original Dickinson: Divided by a world— Original Dickinson: The Grave yields back her Robberies— Original Dickinson: The Years, our pilfered Things— Original Dickinson: Bright Knots of Apparitions Original Dickinson: As we—it were—that perished— Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them—/And 'twas they, and not ourself/That mourned. Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them—/And 'twas they, and not ourself/That mourned. Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them—/And 'twas they, and not ourself/That mourned.
Original Dickinson: Of nearness to her Sundered Things Original Dickinson: The Soul has special times— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Original Dickinson: Distinctness—easy—seems— Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: The Shapes we buried, dwell about, Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Familiar, in the Rooms— Original Dickinson: Untarnished by the Sepulchre, Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: The Mouldering Playmate comes— OR Our Mouldering Playmate comes— Original Dickinson: In just the Jacket that he wore— Original Dickinson: Long buttoned in the Mold Original Dickinson: Since we—old mornings, Children—played— Original Dickinson: Divided by a world— Original Dickinson: The Grave yields back her Robberies— Original Dickinson: The Years, our pilfered Things— Original Dickinson: Bright Knots of Apparitions Original Dickinson: As we—it were—that perished— Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them— Original Dickinson: Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them— Original Dickinson: And 'twas they, and not ourself Original Dickinson: That mourned.