Emily Dickinson's Complete Poems

Are friends delight or pain?

Arcturus is his other name, —

Adrift! A little boat adrift!

A death-blow is a life-blow to some

We outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
Like costumes grandsires wore.

I wonder if it hurts to live,
And if they have to try,
And whether, could they choose between,
They would not rather die.

Frequently the woods are pink,
Frequently are brown;
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.

THE SEA.
An everywhere of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.

What once was heaven, is zenith now.

Arcturus is his other name, —
I'd rather call him star!
It's so unkind of science