Poems by Emily Dickinson
Publication -- is the Auction
... Than invest -- Our Snow --Thought belong to Him who gave it -- ...
Put up my lute!
... Sobbing -- will suit -- as well as psalm!Would but the "Memnon" of the Desert -- ...
Sang from the Heart, Sire,
... 'Twasn't my blame --Pause in your Liturgies -- ...
Severer Service of myself
... And forget the color of the Day --Affliction would not be appeased -- ...
She slept beneath a tree
... I touched her Cradle mute -- ...
So bashful when I spied her!
... Her simple haunts beyond!For whom I robbed the Dingle -- ...
So give me back to Death --
... Its size is all that Hell can guess -- ...
Some say goodnight -- at night --
... Goodnight, I still reply --For parting, that is night, ...
Sunset at Night -- is natural
... Sunset at Night -- is natural -- ...
Surgeons must be very careful
... Underneath their fine incisions ...
That it will never come again
... Believing what we don't believe ...
The Bee is not afraid of me.
... Receive me cordially --The Brooks laugh louder when I come -- ...
The Definition of Beauty is
... Since Heaven and He are one ...
The difference between Despair
... And when the Wreck has been --The Mind is smooth -- no Motion -- ...
The farthest Thunder that I heard
... It founds the Homes and decks the Days ...
