Poems by Emily Dickinson
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so
... A Kind behind the Door --The Southern Custom -- of the Bird -- ...
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
... This side the Victory!Life is but Life! And Death, but Death! ...
'Twas comfort in her Dying Room
... A short relief to have the wind ...
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,
... Weigh, helpless, in his Paws --And not a Sinew -- stirred -- could help, ...
A Charm invests a face
... For fear it be dispelled --But peers beyond her mesh -- ...
A Diamond on the Hand
... And cannot, but are mad for fear ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree --
... The Bushes -- spangles flung --The Breezes brought dejected Lutes -- ...
A great Hope fell
... And let no Witness inThe mind was built for mighty Freight ...
A happy lip -- breaks sudden
... Fresh gilded -- to elude the eyes ...
A Lady red -- amid the Hill
... In such a little while!And yet, how still the Landscape stands! ...
A little East of Jordan,
... Did wrestle long and hard --Till morning touching mountain -- ...
A little Madness in the Spring
... Who ponders this tremendous scene -- ...
A little Snow was here and there
... Decade had gathered to Decade --But Time had added not obtained ...
A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep --
... An independent One --Was ever idleness like This ...
A Prison gets to be a friend --
... And as escapeless -- quite --The narrow Round -- the Stint -- ...
