Poems by Emily Dickinson
These are the days when Birds come back
... These are the days when Birds come back -- ...
We grow accustomed to the Dark
... Or Star -- come out -- within --The Bravest -- grope a little -- ...
'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe --
... 'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- ...
A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
... And his Complexion, dun!Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass! ...
A Light exists in Spring
... When March is scarcely hereA Color stands abroad ...
A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest
... Just where the Hectic stings!Mirth is the Mail of Anguish ...
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
... Retrimmed its masts -- redecked its sails -- ...
Behind Me -- dips Eternity --
... Before the West begin --'Tis Kingdoms -- afterward -- they say -- ...
Could live -- did live
... With unpuzzled heart --Such trust had one among us, ...
Crumbling is not an instant's Act
... An Elemental Rust --Ruin is formal -- Devil's work ...
Fame is a fickle food
... Guest but not The second time is set ...
I dwell in Possibility --
... The Gambrels of the Sky --Of Visitors -- the fairest -- ...
I had a guinea golden
... He, too, did fly away --Time brought me other Robins -- ...
I met a King this afternoon!
... Within that Jacket's pocket too!For 'twas too stately for an Earl -- ...
I took my power in my hand
... 'Twas not so much as David had ...
