No Ba Humbug here!

I wish I knew that woman's name,

So, when she comes this way,

To hold my life, and hold my ears,

For fear I hear her say

She's "sorry I am dead", again,

Just when the grave and I

Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep,--

Our only lullaby.

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Nature rarer uses yellow

Than another hue;

Saves she all of that for sunsets,--

Prodigal of blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,

Yellow she affords

Only scantly and selectly,

Like a lover's words.

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I took my power in my hand

And went against the world;

'T was not so much as David had,

But I was twice as bold.

I aimed my pebble, but myself

Was all the one that fell.

Was it Goliath was too large,

Or only I too small?

Taken from:
The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson 2000 Modern Library Paperback Edition, Random House New York