Poems by Emily Dickinson
An Hour is a Sea
... Between a few, and me -- ...
And this of all my Hopes
... Early and sere, its endNever Bud from a Stem ...
As by the dead we love to sit,
... Tho' all the rest are here --In broken mathematics ...
As if some little Arctic flower
... To strange, bright crowds of flowers -- ...
As Summer into Autumn slips
... The one that we have loved --So we evade the charge of Years ...
As Watchers hang upon the East,
... Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed, ...
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is --
... Chase it not, and it abides --Overtake the CreasesIn the Meadow -- when the Wind ...
Best Witchcraft is Geometry
... His ordinary acts are feats ...
Between My Country -- and the Others --
... Between My Country -- and the Others -- ...
Birthday of but a single pang
... That there are less to come -- ...
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
... Of all the martial blest!Please God, might I behold him ...
Bliss is the plaything of the child --
... Bliss is the plaything of the child -- ...
Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --
... Empty the Hearts that purchased you ----Sister of Ophir -- ...
By Chivalries as tiny,
... The seeds of smiles are planted -- ...
By such and such an offering
... By such and such an offering ...
