Emily Dickinson Nature Poems

668

'Nature' is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
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Nature the gentlest mother is,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest of the waywardest.
Her admonition mild
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'Nature' is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
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Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,--
Prodigal of blue,
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest,
Her admonition mild
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835

Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
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314

Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
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726

We thirst at first—'tis Nature's Act—
And later—when we die—
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If Nature smiles - the Mother must
I'm sure, at many a whim
Of Her eccentric Family -
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Growth of Man - like Growth of Nature -
Gravitates within -
Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it -
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How Human Nature dotes
On what it can't detect.
The moment that a Plot is plumbed
Prospective is extinct -
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