Beauty [be]1 not caused, - it is; Chase it and it ceases, Chase it not and it abides, Overtake the creases in the meadow when the wind runs its long fingers through it? Deity will see to it that you never do it.
Emily Dickinson Canons
Song Cycle by Henry Leland Clarke (1907 - 1992)
?. Beauty be not caused, ‑ it is  [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Further poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1929
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1 Dougherty: "is"
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?. My Soul ‑‑ accused me ‑‑ And I quailed  [sung text not yet checked]
My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me -- and I smiled -- My Soul -- that Morning -- was My friend -- Her favor -- is the best Disdain Toward Artifice of Time -- or Men -- But Her Disdain -- 'twere lighter bear A finger of Enamelled Fire --
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Further poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1929
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. It was not Saint ‑‑ it was too large  [sung text not yet checked]
It was not Saint -- it was too large -- Nor Snow -- it was too small -- It only held itself aloof Like something spiritual --
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- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Further poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1929
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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]?. The Mountains ‑‑ grow unnoticed  [sung text not yet checked]
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- Their Purple figures rise Without attempt -- Exhaustion -- Assistance -- or Applause -- In Their Eternal Faces The Sun -- with just delight Looks long -- and last -- and golden -- For fellowship -- at night --
Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title, appears in Further poems of Emily Dickinson, first published 1929
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