Our Lives Are Swiss-

Emily Dickinson

80

Our lives are Swiss—
So still—so Cool—
Till some odd afternoon
The Alps neglect their Curtains
And we look farther on!

Italy stands the other side!
While like a guard between—
The solemn Alps—
The siren Alps
Forever intervene!

Next 10 Poems

• Emily Dickinson : Our Own Possessions-though Our Own-
• Emily Dickinson : Our Share Of Night To Bear
• Emily Dickinson : Ourselves We Do Inter With Sweet Derision
• Emily Dickinson : Ourselves Were Wed One Summer-dear
• Emily Dickinson : Out Of Sight? What Of That?
• Emily Dickinson : Over And Over, Like A Tune
• Emily Dickinson : Over The Fence
• Emily Dickinson : Pain Has An Element Of Blank;
• Emily Dickinson : Pain Has But One Acquaintance
• Emily Dickinson : Pain-expands The Time

Previous 10 Poems

• Emily Dickinson : Our Little Secrets Slink Away-
• Emily Dickinson : Our Little Kinsmen-after Rain
• Emily Dickinson : Our Journey Had Advanced;
• Emily Dickinson : Opinion Is A Flitting Thing
• Emily Dickinson : Only God-detect The Sorrow
• Emily Dickinson : Only A Shrine, But Mine
• Emily Dickinson : One Year Ago-jots What?
• Emily Dickinson : One Thing Of It We Borrow
• Emily Dickinson : One Sister Have I In Our House
• Emily Dickinson : One Of The Ones That Midas Touched