Reading on the Venture

As the Venture sailed for Neualtenburg for my meeting with my Cousin Kendra, the Kaiserin, I settled myself happily into my bunk below deck. The seas were calm and smooth, so I pulled a small leather bound book from the bag under my bunk, opened it, and began to read...

Poems of Emily Dickinson

Part One: Life


Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star, 5
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,


A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend 5
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.

The angels, happening that way,
This dusty heart espied; 10
Tenderly took it up from toil
And carried it to God.
There,—sandals for the barefoot;
There,—gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand 15
Lead the wandering sails.

Part Three: Love


You left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain 5
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.


Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me, 5
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!

Part Four: Time and Eternity


This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As daisies now to be seen.

Looking back is best that is left, 5
Or if it be before,
Retrospection is prospect’s half,
Sometimes almost more.


They say that “time assuages”,—
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble, 5
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.

I closed the book and replaced it in the bag under my bunk. I closed my eyes....and slept.