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Poems by Emily Dickinson Above Oblivions Tide there is a Pi Abraham to kill him- Absence disembodies-so does Death Absent Place-an April Day Adrift A little boat adrift Advance is Lifes condition Afraid Of whom am I afraid After all Birds have been investig After a hundred years After great pain a formal feeling After the Sun comes out Again-his voice is at the door Ah Moon-and Star Ah Necromancy Sweet Ah Teneriffe Air has no Residence no Neighbor All but Death can be Adjusted All Circumstances are the Frame All forgot for recollecting All I may if small All men for Honor hardest work All overgrown by cunning moss All that I do All these my banners be All the letters I can write All things swept sole away Alone and in a Circumstance Alone I cannot be Alter When the Hills do Although I put away his life Always Mine Ambition cannot find him Ample make this Bed And this of all my Hopes And with what body do they come- Angels in the early morning Answer July An altered look about the hills An antiquated Grace An Antiquated Tree An awful Tempest mashed the air An honest Tear An Hour is a Sea An ignorance a Sunset Apology for Her Apparently with no surprise Arcturus is his other name Are Friends Delight or Pain Arrows enamored of his Heart- Artists wrestled here Art thou the thing I wanted Ashes denote that Fire was- As by the dead we love to sit As Children bid the Guest Good Nig As Everywhere of Silver As far from pity as complaint As from the earth the light Balloo As Frost is best conceived As if I asked a common Alms As if some little Arctic flower As if the Sea should part As imperceptibly as Grief As imperceptibly as Grief1540As im As One does Sickness over As plan for Noon and plan for Nigh As Sleigh Bells seem in summer As subtle as tomorrow As Summer into Autumn slips As the Starved Maelstrom laps the As Watchers hang upon the East As we pass Houses musing slow As willing lid oer weary eye Papa above At Half past Three a single Bird At last to be identified At least-to pray-is left-is left At leisure is the Soul Aurora is the effort Autumn-overlooked my Knitting Awake ye muses nine sing me a stra Away from Home are some and I- A Bee his burnished Carriage A Bird came down the Walk A Burdock-clawed my Gown A Cap of Lead across the sky A Charm invests a face A chilly Peace infests the Grass A Clock stopped A Cloud withdrew from the Sky A Coffin-is a small Domain A Counterfeit-a Plated Person- A curious Cloud surprised the Sky A darting fear-a pomp-a tear A Day Help Help Another Day A Death blow is a Life blow to Som A Deed knocks first at Thought A Dew sufficed itself- A Diamond on the Hand A Dimple in the Tomb A Door just opened on a street A doubt if it be Us A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork A Dying Tiger-moaned for Drink A emWounded em Deer-leaps highest A face devoid of love or grace A faded Boy-in sallow Clothes A feather from the Whippoorwill A Field of Stubble lying sere A first Mute Coming A Flower will not trouble her it h A full fed Rose on meals of Tint A fuzzy fellow without feet A great Hope fell A happy lip-breaks sudden A House upon the Height A Lady red-amid the Hill A lane of Yellow led the eye A Letter is a joy of Earth- A Light exists in Spring A little bread-a crust-a crumb A little Dog that wags his tail A little East of Jordan A little Madness in the Spring A little overflowing word A little Road-not made of Man A little Snow was here and there A long-long Sleep-A famous-Sleep A loss of something ever felt I A Man may make a Remark A Mien to move a Queen A Mine there is no Man would own A Moth the hue of this A Murmur in the Trees-to note A narrow Fellow in the Grass A nearness to Tremendousness A Night-there lay the Days between A Pang is more conspicuous in Spri A Pit-but Heaven over it- A Planted Life-diversified A poor-torn heart-a tattered heart A precious-mouldering pleasure A Prison gets to be a friend A Rat surrendered here A prompt-executive Bird is the Jay A Route of Evanescence A Saucer holds a Cup A science-so the Savants say A Secret told A sepal petal and a thorn A Shade upon the mind there passes A shady friend-for Torrid days A Sickness of this World it most o A single Clover Plank A single Screw of Flesh A slash of Blue A Sloop of Amber slips away A soft Sea washed around the House A solemn thing-it was-I said A Solemn thing within the Soul A something in a summers Day A South Wind-has a pathos A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig A Spider sewed at Night A stagnant pleasure like a Pool A still-Volcano-Life A Thought went up my mind today A throe upon the features A Toad can die of Light A Tongue-to tell Him I am true A Tooth upon Our Peace A train went through a burial gate A transport one cannot contain A Visitor in Marl A Weight with Needles on the pound A Wife-at daybreak I shall be A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds A Wind that rose A winged spark doth soar about- A word is dead A Word dropped careless on a Page A Word made Flesh is seldom A World made penniless by that dep Back from the cordial Grave I drag Baffled for just a day or two Banish Air from Air- Beauty-be not caused-It Is Beauty crowds me till I die Because He loves Her Because I could not stop for Death Because my Brook is fluent Because that you are going Because the Bee may blameless hum Because twas Riches I could own Bees are Black with Gilt Surcingle Bee Im expecting you Before He comes we weigh the Time Before I got my eye put out Before the ice is in the pools Before you thought of Spring Behind Me-dips Eternity Behold this little Bane- Belshazzar had a Letter- Bereaved of all I went abroad Bereavement in their death to feel Besides the Autumn poets sing Besides this May Best Gains-must have the Losses Te Best Things dwell out of Sight Best Witchcraft is Geometry Betrothed to Righteousness might b Better-than Music For I-who heard Between My Country-and the Others Between the form of Life and Life Be Mine the Doom- Bind me-I still can sing- Birthday of but a single pang Blazing in Gold and quenching in P Bless God he went as soldiers Bliss is the plaything of the chil Bloom-is Result-to meet a Flower Bloom upon the Mountain-stated Blossoms will run away Bound-a trouble Bring me the sunset in a cup Brother of Ingots-Ah Peru- But little Carmine hath her face By a departing light By a flower-By a letter By Chivalries as tiny By homely gift and hindered Words By my Window have I for Scenery By such and such an offering Candor-my tepid friend- Circumference thou Bride of Awe Civilization-spurns-the Leopard Climbing to reach the costly Heart Cocoon above Cocoon below Color-Caste-Denomination Come show thy Durham Breast Come slowly-Eden Conferring with myself Confirming All who analyze Conjecturing a Climate Conscious am I in my Chamber Consulting summers clock Contained in this short Life Cosmopolities without a plea Could-I do more-for Thee Could emI em-then-shut the door Could Hope inspect her Basis Snow flakes Could I but ride indefinite Could live-emdid em live Could mortal lip divine Could that sweet Darkness where th Count not that far that can be had Crisis is a Hair Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart Crumbling is not an instants Act Dare you see a Soul at the White H Dear March-Come in- Deaths Waylaying not the sharpest Death is a Dialogue between Death is like the insect Death is potential to that Man Death is the supple Suitor Death leaves Us homesick who behin Death sets a Thing significant Death warrants are supposed to be Declaiming Waters none may dread- Defrauded I a Butterfly Delayed till she had ceased to kno Delight-becomes pictorial Delights Despair at setting Delight is as the flight Denial-is the only fact Departed-to the Judgment Deprived of other Banquet Despairs advantage is achieved Dew-is the Freshet in the Grass- Did lifes penurious length Did Our Best Moment last Did the Harebell loose her girdle Did We abolish Frost Did we disobey Him Did you ever stand in a Caverns Mo Distrustful of the Gentian Distance-is not the Realm of Fox Dominion lasts until obtained- Dont put up my Thread and Needle Doom is the House without the Door Doubt Me My Dim Companion Down Times quaint stream Do People moulder equally Drab Habitation of Whom Dramas Vitallest Expression is the Dreams-are well-but Wakings better Dreams are the subtle Dower Dropped into the Ether Acre Drowning is not so pitiful Dust is the only Secret Dying at my music Dying Dying in the night Dying To be afraid of thee Each Life Converges to some Centre Each Scar Ill keep for Him Each Second is the last Each that we lose takes part of us Eden is that old-fashioned House Elijahs Wagon knew no thill Elizabeth told Essex Embarrassment of one another emOne Life em of so much Consequen Empty my Heart of Thee emSpeech em-is a prank of emParlia Endanger it and the Demand Ended ere it begun- Endow the Living-with the Tears Escape is such a thankful Word Escaping backward to perceive Essential Oils-are wrung Estranged from Beauty-none can be- Except the Heaven had come so near Except the smaller size Except to Heaven she is nought Exhilaration-is within Exhilaration is the Breeze Expanse cannot be lost- Expectation-is Contentment Experience is the Angled Road Experiment escorts us last- Experiment to me Extol thee-could I Then I will Exultation is the going Facts by our side are never sudden Fairer through Fading-as the Day Faith-is the Pierless Bridge Faithful to the end Amended Faith is a fine invention Falsehood of Thee could I suppose Fames Boys and Girls who never die Fame is a bee Fame is a fickle food Fame is the one that does not stay Fame is the tine that Scholars lea Fame of Myself to justify Far from Love the Heavenly Father Fate slew Him but He did not drop- Few yet enough Finding is the first Act Finite-to fail but infinite to Ven Fitter to see Him I may be Floss wont save you from an Abyss Flowers-Well-if anybody Follow wise Orion Forbidden Fruit a flavor has Forever-it composed of Nows Forever at His side to walk Forever honored by the Tree Forget The lady with the Amulet Fortitude incarnate For Death-or rather For each ecstatic instant For every Bird a Nest For largest Womans Hearth I knew For this-accepted Breath Four Trees-upon a solitary Acre Frequently the wood are pink Frigid and sweet Her parting Face- From all the Jails the Boys and Gi From Blank to Blank From Cocoon forth a Butterfly From his slim Palace in the Dust From Us She wandered now a Year Funny-to be a Century Further in Summer than the Birds Garland for Queens may be Gathered into the Earth Given in Marriage unto Thee Give little Anguish Glass was the Street-in tinsel Per Glee-The great storm is over Glory is that bright tragic thing Glowing is her Bonnet God gave a Loaf to every Bird God is a distant-stately Lover God is indeed a jealous God-J God made a little Gentian God made no act without a cause God permits industrious Angels Going to Heaven Going to Him Happy letter Good Morning-Midnight Good night because we must Go tell it-What a Message- Good Night Which put the Candle ou Good to hide and hear em hunt Go not too near a House of Rose- Go slow my soul to feed thyself Go thy great way Go travelling with us Gratitude-is not the mention Great Caesar Condescend Great Streets of silence led away Grief is a Mouse Growth of Man-like Growth of Natur Guest am I to have Had I known that the first was the Had I not seen the Sun Had I not This or This I said Had I presumed to hope Had this one Day not been Had we known the Ton she bore Had we our senses Have any like Myself Have you got a Brook in your littl Heart not so heavy as mine Heart We will forget him Heaven-is what I cannot reach Heavenly Father-take to thee Heaven has different Signs-to me Heaven is so far of the Mind Her-last Poems Herein a Blossom lies Here where the Daisies fit my Head Her breast is fit for pearls Her face was in a bed of hair Her final Summer was it Her Grace is all she has- Her little Parasol to lift Her Losses make our Gains ashamed- Her smile was shaped like other sm Her sovereign People Her spirit rose to such a height Her Sweet turn to leave the Homest Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Nig He ate and drank the precious Word He forgot-and I-remembered He fought like those Whove nought He found my Being-set it up He fumbles at your Soul He gave away his Life He is alive this morning- He lived the Life of Ambush He outstripped Time with but a Bou He parts Himself-like Leaves He preached upon Breadth till it a He put the Belt around my life He scanned it-staggered- He strained my faith He told a homely tale He touched me so I live to know He was my host-he was my guest He was weak and I was strong-then He went by sleep that drowsy route He who in Himself believes High from the earth I heard a bird His Bill an Auger is His Bill is clasped-his Eye forsoo His Cheek is his Biographer- His Feet are shod with Gauze His Heart was darker than the star His little Hearse like Figure His Mansion in the Pool His Mind like Fabrics of the East His mind of man a secret makes His oriental heresies His voice decrepit was with Joy- Hope is a strange invention- Hope is a subtle Glutton- Hope is the thing with feathers Houses-so the Wise Men tell me How brittle are the Piers How dare the robins sing How destitute is he How far is it to Heaven How firm Eternity must look How fits his Umber Coat How fleet-how indiscreet an one- How fortunate the Grave How good his Lava Bed How happy is the little Stone How happy I was if I could forget How Human Nature dotes How know it from a Summers Day How lonesome the Wind must feel Ni How many Flowers fail in Wood How many schemes may die How many times these low feet stag How much of Source escapes with th How much the present moment means How News must feel when travelling How noteless Men and Pleiads stand How ruthless are the gentle- How sick-to wait-in any place-but How slow the Wind- How soft a Caterpillar steps- How soft this Prison is How still the Bells in Steeples st How the old Mountains drip with Su How the Waters closed above Him How well I knew Her not Ideals are the Fairly Oil Id rather recollect a setting If all the griefs I am to have If anybodys friend be dead If any sink assure that this now s If Blame be my side-forfeit Me If emHe dissolve em-then-there is If ever the lid gets off my head If He were living-dare I ask If Im lost-now If it had no pencil If I can stop one Heart from break If I could bribe them by a Rose If I may have it when its dead If I shouldnt be alive If I should cease to bring a Rose If I should die If my Bark sink If Nature smiles-the Mother must If pain for peace prepares If recollecting were forgetting If she had been the Mistletoe If the foolish call them emflowers If this is fading If those I loved were lost If What we could-were what we woul If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thoug If your Nerve deny you If you were coming in the Fall Ill clutch-and clutch Ill send the feather from my Hat Ill tell you how the Sun rose Image of Light Adieu- Immortal is an ample word Immured in Heaven Impossibility like Wine Im ceded-Ive stopped being Theirs Im Nobody Who are you Im saying every day Im sorry for the Dead-Today Im the little Hearts Ease Im wife-Ive finished that Inconceivably solemn In Ebon Box when years have flown In falling Timbers buried In lands I never saw-they say In many and reportless places In rags mysterious as these In snow thou comest- In this short Life In thy long Paradise of Light In Winter in my Room Is Bliss then such Abyss Is Heaven a Physician Is Immortality a bane Is it dead-Find it Is it too late to touch you Dear Is it true dear Sue Its all I have to bring today Its coming-the postponeless Creatu Its easy to invent a Life Its Hour with itself Its like the Light Its little Ether Hood Its such a little thing to weep Its thoughts-and just One Heart It always felt to me-a wrong It bloomed and dropt a Single Noon It came at last but prompter Death It came his turn to beg- It cant be Summer It ceased to hurt me though so slo It did not surprise me It dont sound so terrible-quite-as It dropped so low-in my Regard It feels a shame to be Alive It is an honorable Thought It is a lonesome Glee It is easy to work when the soul i It knew no lapse nor Diminuation It knew no Medicine It makes no difference abroad It might be lonelier It rises-passes-on our South It sifts from Leaden Sieves It sounded as if the Streets were It stole along so stealthy It struck me-every Day It tossed-and tossed It troubled me as once I was It was a Grave yet bore no Stone It was a quiet seeming Day- It was a quiet way- It was given to me by the Gods It was not Death for I stood up It was not Saint-it was too large- It was too late for Man It will be Summer-eventually It would have starved a Gnat It would never be Common-more-I sa It would not know if it were spurn Ive dropped my Brain-My Soul is nu Ive got an arrow here Ive heard an Organ talk sometimes Ive known a Heaven like a Tent Ive none to tell me to but Thee Ive nothing else-to bring You know Ive seen a Dying Eye I am afraid to own a Body- I am alive-I guess I am ashamed-I hide I asked no other thing I bet with every Wind that blew I breathed enough to take the Tric I bring an unaccustomed wine I Came to buy a smile-today I cannot be ashamed I cannot buy it-tis not sold I cannot dance upon my Toes I cannot live with You I cannot meet the Spring unmoved- I cannot see my soul but know tis I cannot want it more- I cant tell you-but you feel it I can wade Grief I cautious scanned my little life I could bring You Jewels-had I a m I could die-to know I could not drink it Sweet I could not prove the Years had fe I could suffice for Him I knew I cried at Pity-not at Pain I cross till I am weary I did not reach Thee I died for Beauty-but was scarce I dreaded that first Robin so I dwell in Possibility I envy Seas whereon He rides I fear a Man of frugal Speech I felt a Cleaving in my Mind I felt a Funeral in my Brain I felt my life with both my hands I fit for them- I found the words to every thought I gained it so I gave myself to Him I got so I could take his name I groped for him before I knew I had a daily Bliss I had a guinea golden I had been hungry all the Years I had not minded-Walls I had no Cause to be awake I had no time to Hate I had some things that I called mi I had the Glory-that will do I havent told my garden yet I have a Bird in spring I have a King who does not speak I have never seen Volcanoes I have no Life but this- I heard as if I had no Ear I heard a Fly buzz-when I died I held a Jewel in my fingers I hide myself within my flower I keep my pledge I knew that I had gained I know a place where Summer strive I know lives I could miss I know of people in the Grave I know some lonely Houses off the I know Suspense-it steps so terse I know that He exists I know where Wells grow-Droughtles I learned-at least-what Home could I like a look of Agony I like to see it lap the Miles I lived on Dread I live with Him-I see His face I lost a World - the other day I made slow Riches but my Gain I make His Crescent fill or lack I many times thought Peace had com I meant to find Her when I came I meant to have but modest needs I measure every Grief I meet I met a King this afternoon I never felt at Home-Below I never hear that one is dead I never hear the word escape I never lost as much but twice I never saw a Moor- I never saw a Moor I never told the buried gold I noticed People disappeared I often passed the village I pay-in Satin Cash I play at Riches-to appease I prayed at first a little Girl I read my sentence-steadily I reason Earth is short I reckon-when I count it all I robbed the Woods I rose-because He sank I saw no Way-The Heavens were stit I saw that the Flake was on it I saw the wind within her I see thee better-in the Dark I see thee clearer for the Grave I send Two Sunsets I send you a decrepit flower I shall keep singing I shall know why-when Time is over I shall not murmur if at last I should have been too glad I see I should not dare to be so sad I should not dare to leave my frie I showed her Heights she never saw I sing to use the Waiting I sometimes drop it for a Quick I started Early-Took my Dog I stepped from Plank to Plank I stole them from a Bee I sued the News-yet feared-the New I suppose the time will come I taste a liquor never brewed I tend my flowers for thee I think I was enchanted I think just how my shape will ris I think that the Root of the Wind I think the Hemlock likes to stand I think the longest Hour of all I think to Live-may be a Bliss I thought that nature was enough I thought the Train would never co I tie my Hat-I crease my Shawl I took my Power in my Hand I took one Draught of Life- I tried to think a lonelier Thing I want-it pleaded-All its life I was a Phoebe-nothing more- I was the slightest in the House I watched the Moon around the Hous I watcher her face to see which wa I went to Heaven I went to thank Her I worked for chaff and earning Whe I would distil a cup I would not paint-a picture I Years had been from Home Jesus thy Crucifix Joy to have merited the Pain Judgment is justest Just as He spoke it from his Hands Just lost when I was saved Just Once Oh least Request Just so-Jesus-raps Kill your Balm-and its Odors bless Knock with tremor- Knows how to forget Lad of Athens faithful be Lain in Nature-so suffice us Lay this Laurel on the One Least Bee that brew Least Rivers-docile to some sea Left in immortal Youth Lest any doubt that we are glad th Lest they should come-is all my fe Lest this be Heaven indeed Lethe in my flower Let down the Bars Oh Death- Let me not mar that perfect Dream Let me not thirst with this Hock a Let my first Knowing be of thee Let Us play Yesterday Life-is what we make of it Life and Death and Giants Lift it-with the Feathers Lightly stepped a yellow star Light is sufficient to itself Like Brooms of Steel Like eyes that looked on Wastes Like Flowers that heard the news o Like her the Saints retire Like Times insidious wrinkle Like Men and Women Shadows walk Like Mighty Foot Lights-burned the Like Rain it sounded till it curve Like Some Old fashioned Miracle Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of P Lives he in any other world Longing is like the Seed Long Years apart-can make no Look back on Time with kindly eyes Love-is anterior to Life Love-is that later Thing than Deat Love-thou art high Loves stricken why Love can do all but raise the Dead Love is done when Loves begun Love reckons by itself-alone Low at my problem bending Luck is not chance- Make me a picture of the sun Mama never forgets her birds Many a phrase has the English lang Many cross the Rhine March is the Month of Expectation Me-come My dazzled face Meeting by Accident Me change Me alter Me from Myself-to banish Me prove it now-Whoever doubt Midsummer was it when They died Mine-by the Right of the White Ele Mine Enemy is growing old- More Life-went out-when He went More than the Grave is closed to m Morning-is the place for Dew Morning-means Milking-to the Farme Morning is due to all- Morning that comes but once Morns like these-we parted Most she touched me by her mutenes Much Madness is divinest Sense Musicians wrestle everywhere Must be a Woe Mute thy Coronation Myself can read the Telegrams Myself was formed-a Carpenter My best Acquaintances are those My Cocoon tightens-Colors tease- My country need not change her gow My Eye is fuller than my vase My Faith is larger than the Hills My first well Day-since many ill My friend attacks my friend My friend must be a Bird My Garden-like the Beach My God-He sees thee- My Heart ran so to thee My Heart upon a little Plate My life closed twice before its cl My Life had stood-a Loaded Gun My Maker-let me be My nosegays are for Captives My period had come for Prayer My Portion is Defeat-today My Reward for Being was This My River runs to thee My Seasons furthest Flower- My Soul-accused me-And I quailed My Triumph lasted till the Drums My Wars are laid away in Books- My wheel is in the dark Nature affects to be sedate My Worthiness is all my Doubt Nature-sometimes sears a Sapling Nature-the Gentlest Mother is Nature and God-I neither knew Nature assigns the Sun- Nature can do no more Nature is what we see Nature rarer uses Yellow Never for Society New feet within my garden go Nobody knows this little Rose None can experience sting None who saw it ever told it Noon-is the Hinge of Day Nor Mountain hinder Me Not all die early dying young Not any higher stands the Grave Not any more to be lacked- Not any sunny tone Not at Home to Callers Not in this World to see his face Not knowing when the Dawn will com Not One by Heaven defrauded stay- Not probable-The barest Chance Not Revelation-tis-that waits Not seeing still we know- Not Sickness stains the Brave Not so the infinite Relations-Belo Not that he goes-we love him more Not that We did shall be the test Not to discover weakness is Not with a Club the Heart is broke Now I knew I lost her- Now I lay thee down to Sleep- No Autumns intercepting Chill No Bobolink-reverse His Singing No Brigadier throughout the Year No Crowd that has occurred No ladder needs the bird but skies No Life can pompless pass away- No Man can compass a Despair No man saw awe nor to his house No matter-now-Sweet No matter where the Saints abide No Notice gave She but a Change No Other can reduce No Passenger was known to flee- No Prisoner be No Rack can torture me No Romance sold unto Obtaining but our own Extent Of all the Souls that stand create Of all the Sounds despatched abroa Of Being is a Bird Of Bronze-and Blaze Of Brussels-it was not Of Consciousness her awful Mate Of Course-I prayed Of Death I try to think like this- Of Glory not a Beam is left Of God we ask one favor Of Life to own- Of Nature I shall have enough Of nearness to her sundered Things Of Paradise existence Of Paul and Silas it is said Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe Of so divine a Loss Of their peculiar light Of the Heart that goes in and clos Of this is Day composed Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause Of Tribulation these are They Of whom so dear Of Yellow was the outer Sky Oh Future thou secreted peace Oh give it Motion-deck it sweet Oh honey of an hour Oh Shadow on the Grass Oh Sumptuous moment Oh what a Grace is this Once more my now bewildered Dove One and One-are One One Anguish-in a Crowd One Blessing had I than the rest One crown that no one seeks One Crucifixion is recorded-only One Day is there of the Series One dignity delays for all One Joy of so much anguish One need not be a Chamber-to be Ha One of the ones that Midas touched One Sister have I in our house One thing of it we borrow One Year ago-jots what Only a Shrine but Mine Only God-detect the Sorrow On a Columnar Self On my volcano grows the Grass On such a night or such a night On that dear Frame the Years had w On that specific Pillow On the World you colored On this long storm the Rainbow ros On this wondrous sea Opinion is a flitting thing Ourselves were wed one summer-dear Ourselves we do inter with sweet d Our journey had advanced Our little Kinsmen-after Rain Our little secrets slink away- Our lives are Swiss- Our own possessions-though our own Our share of night to bear Out of sight What of that Over and over like a Tune Over the fence Pain-expands the Time Pain-has an Element of Blank Pain has but one Acquaintance Paradise is of the option Paradise is that old mansion Partake as doth the Bee Parting with Thee reluctantly Pass to they Rendezvous of Light Patience-has a quiet Outer Peace is a fiction of our Faith Perception of an object costs Perhaps I asked too large Perhaps they do not go so far Perhaps youd like to buy a flower Perhaps you think me stooping Peril as a Possesssion Pigmy seraphs-gone astray Pink-small-and punctual- Poor little Heart Portraits are to daily faces Power is a familiar growth- Praise it-tis dead- Prayer is the little implement Precious to Me-She still shall be Presentiment-is that long Shadow-o Promise This-When You be Dying Proud of my broken heart since tho Publication-is the Auction Purple-is fashionable twice Pursuing you in your transitions Put up my lute Quite empty quite at rest Rather arid delight Read-Sweet-how others-strove Rearrange a Wifes affection Recollect the Face of me Red Sea indeed Talk not to me Rehearsal to Ourselves Remember me implored the Thief Remembrance has a Rear and Front- Remorse-is Memory-awake Removed from Accident of Loss Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue Reportless Subjects to the Quick Rest at Night Reverse cannot befall Revolution is the Pod Ribbons of the Year Risk is the Hair that holds the Tu Robbed by Death-but that was easy Safe Despair it is that raves- Safe in their Alabaster Chambers Said Death to Passion Sang from the Heart Sire Satisfaction-is the Agent Savior Ive no one else to tell Secrets is a daily word Septembers Baccalaureate Severer Service of myself Sexton My Masters sleeping here Shall I take thee the Poet said Shame is the shawl of Pink Shells from the Coast mistaking Shes happy with a new Content She bore it till the simple veins She could not live upon the Past She dealt her pretty words like Bl She died-this was the way she died She died at play She dwelleth in the Ground She hideth Her the last She laid her docile Crescent down She lay as if at play She rose as high as His Occasion She rose to His Requirement She sights a Bird-she chuckles She slept beneath a tree She sped as Petals of a Rose She staked her Feathers-Gained an She sweeps with many-colored Broom She went as quiet as the Dew Should you but fail at-Sea Sic transit gloria mundi Silence is all we dread Size circumscribes-it has no room Sleep is supposed to be Smiling back from Coronation Snow beneath whose chilly softness Society for me my misery Softened by Times consummate plush Soft as the massacre of Suns Soil of Flint if steady tilled Some-Work for Immortality Somehow myself survived the Night Sometimes with the Heart Somewhat to hope for Somewhere upon the general Earth Some Arrows slay but whom they str Some Days retired from the rest Some keep the Sabbath going to Chu Some one prepared this mighty show Some Rainbow-coming from the Fair Some say goodnight-at night- Some such Butterfly be seen Some things that fly there be Some too fragile for winter winds Some we see no more Tenements of W Some Wretched creature savior take Soto Explore thyself Soul take thy risk Soul Wilt thou toss again South Winds jostle them Sown in dishonor So bashful when I spied her So from the mould So gay a Flower So give me back to Death- So glad we are-a Strangerd deem So has a Daisy vanished So I pull my Stockings off So large my Will So much of Heaven has gone from Ea So much Summer So proud she was to die So set its Sun in Thee So the Eyes accost-and sunder So well that I can live without Speech is one symptom of Affection Split the Lark-and youll find the Spring comes on the World- Spring is the Period Spurn the temerity- Step lightly on this narrow spot- Still own thee-still thou art Strong Draughts of Their Refreshin Struck was I not yet by Lightning Success is counted sweetest Such are the inlets of the mind- Such is the Force of Happiness Summer-we all have seen- Summer begins to have the look Summer for thee grant I may be Summer has two Beginnings- Summer is shorter than any one- Summer laid her simple Hat Sunset at Night-is natural Sunset that screens reveals- Superfluous were the Sun Superiority to Fate Surgeons must be very careful Surprise is like a thrilling-punge Suspense-is Hostiler than Death Sweet-safe-Houses Sweet-You forgot-but I remembered Sweet hours have perished here Sweet is the swamp with its secret Sweet Mountains-Ye tell Me no lie Sweet Pirate of the heart Sweet Skepticism of the Heart- Sweet to have had them lost Take all away- Take all away from me but leave me Take your Heaven further on Taking up the fair Ideal Talk not to me of Summer Trees Talk with prudence to a Beggar Teach Him-When He makes the names Than Heaven more remote Tell all the Truth but tell it sla Tell as a Marksman-were forgotten That after Horror-that twas us That Distance was between Us That first Day when you praised Me That is solemn we have ended That it will never come again That I did always love That Love is all there is That odd old man is dead a year- That sacred Closet when you sweep- That she forgot me was the least That short-potential stir That Such have died enable Us That this should feel the need of Their Barricade against the Sky Their dappled importunity Their Height in Heaven comforts no Themself are all I have- Theres a certain Slant of light Theres been a Death in the Opposit Theres something quieter than slee Theres the Battle of Burgoyne- There are two Ripenings-one-of sig There came a Day at Summers full There came a Wind like a Bugle- There comes an hour when begging s There comes a warning like a spy There is another Loneliness There is another sky There is an arid Pleasure There is a finished feeling There is a flower that Bees prefer There is a June when Corn is cut There is a Languor of the Life There is a morn by men unseen There is a pain-so utter There is a Shame of Nobleness There is a solitude of space There is a word There is a Zone whose even Years There is no Frigate like a Book There is no Silence in the Earth-s There is strength in proving that These-saw Visions These are the days that Reindeer l These are the days when Birds come These are the Nights that Beetles These are the Signs to Natures Inn These Fevered Days-to take them to These held their Wick above the We These Strangers in a foreign World These tested Our Horizon They ask but our Delight They called me to the Window for They dropped like Flakes They have a little Odor-that to me They have not chosen me he said They leave us with the Infinite They might not need me-yet they mi They put Us far apart They say that Time assuages They shut me up in Prose They talk as slow as Legends grow They wont frown always-some sweet The Admirations-and Contempts-of t The Angle of a Landscape The Auctioneer of Parting The Battle fought between the Soul The Bat is dun with wrinkled Wings The Bee is not afraid of me The Beggar at the Door for Fame The Beggar Lad-dies early The Bible is an antique Volume- The Bible is an antique Volume The Birds begun at Four oclock The Birds reported from the South The Bird did prance-the Bee did pl The Bird her punctual music brings The Bird must sing to earn the Cru The Black Berry-wears a Thorn in h The Blunder is in estimate The Bobolink is gone- The Body grows without The Bone that has no Marrow The Brain-is wider than the Sky The Brain within its Groove The Bustle in a House The Butterflys Assumption Gown The Butterflys Numidian Gown The Butterfly in honored Dust The butterfly obtains The Butterfly upon the Sky The Chemical conviction The Childs faith is new The Clock strikes one that just st The Clouds their Backs together la The Clovers simple Fame The Color of a Queen is this The Color of the Grave is Green The competitions of the sky The Court is far away The Crickets sang The Daisy follows soft the Sun The Dandelions pallid tube The Days that we can spare The Day came slow-till Five oclock The Day grew small surrounded tigh The Day she goes The Day that I was crowned The Day undressed-Herself The Definition of Beauty is The Devil-had he fidelity The difference between Despair The distance that the dead have go The Ditch is dear to the Drunken m The Doomed-regard the Sunrise The Drop that wrestles in the Sea The Dust behind I strove to join The duties of the Wind are few The Dying need but little Dear The earth has many keys The ecstasy to guess The emSun-just touched em the Morn The event was directly behind Him The Face in evanescence lain The face I carry with me-last The Face we choose to miss- The Fact that Earth is Heaven- The fairest Home I ever knew The farthest Thunder that I heard The fascinating chill that music l The feet of people walking home The Fingers of the Light The first Days Night had come The first Day that I was a Life The first We knew of Him was Death The Flake the Wind exasperate The Flower must not blame the Bee The Frost of Death was on the Pane The Frost was never seen- The Future-never spoke The Gentian has a parched Corolla- The Gentian weaves her fringes The gleam of an heroic Act The going from a world we know The good Will of a Flower The Grace-Myself-might not obtain The Grass so little has to do The grave my little cottage is The Guest is gold and crimson The hallowing of Pain The harm of Years is on him- The healed Heart shows its shallow The Heart asks Pleasure-first The Heart has many Doors- The Heart has narrow Banks The Heart is the Capital of the Mi The Heaven vests for Each The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Hills in Purple syllables The Himmaleh was known to stoop The Hollows round His eager Eyes The immortality she gave The incidents of love The Infinite a sudden Guest The inundation of the Spring The Jay his Castanet has struck The joy that has no stem no core The Judge is like the Owl The Jugglers Hat her Country is The Lamp burns sure-within The Lady feeds Her little Bird The largest Fire ever known The Lassitudes of Contemplation The last Night that She lived The last of Summer is Delight- The Leaves like Women interchange The Life that tied too tight escap The Life we have is very great The Lightning is a yellow Fork The Lightning playeth-all the whil The Lilac is an ancient shrub The Loneliness One dare not sound The lonesome for they know not Wha The longest day that God appoints The long sigh of the Frog The look of thee what is it like The Love a Life can show Below The Luxury to apprehend The Malay-took the Pearl The Manner of its Death The Martyr Poets-did not tell The Merchant of the Picturesque The Mind lives on the Heart The Missing All-prevented Me The mob within the heart The Months have ends-the Years-a k The Moon is distant from the Sea The Moon upon her fluent Route The Moon was but a Chin of Gold The Morning after Woe The morns are meeker than they wer The most important population The most pathetic thing I do The most triumphant Bird I ever kn The Mountains-grow unnoticed The Mountains stood in Haze- The Mountain sat upon the Plain The murmuring of Bees has ceased The Murmur of a Bee The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants- The name-of it-is Autumn The nearest Dream recedes-unrealiz The Night was wide and furnished s The Notice that is called the Spri The ones that disappeared are back The One who could repeat the Summe The only Ghost I ever saw The Only News I know The Opening and the Close The Outer-from the Inner The overtakelessness of those The parasol is the umbrellas daugh The Past is such a curious Creatur The pattern of the sun The pedigree of Honey The Pile of Years is not so high The Poets light but Lamps The Popular Heart is a Cannon firs The power to be true to You The pretty Rain from those sweet E The Products of my Farm are these The Props assist the House The Province of the Saved The pungent atom in the Air The rainbow never tells me The Rat is the concisest Tenant The Red-Blaze-is the Morning The reticent volcano keeps The Riddle we can guess The Robin for the Crumb The right to perish might be thoug The Road to Paradise is plain The Road was lit with Moon and sta The Robins my Criterion for Tune The Robin is a Gabriel The Robin is the One The Rose did caper on her cheek The saddest noise the sweetest noi The Savior must have been The Sea said Come to the Brook- The Service without Hope The Show is not the Show The Skies cant keep their secret The Sky is low-the Clouds are mean The smouldering embers blush- The Snow that never drifts- The Souls distinct connection The Souls Superior instants The Soul has Bandaged moments The Soul selects her own Society The Soul should always stand ajar The Soul that hath a Guest The Soul unto itself The Spider as an Artist The Spider holds a Silver Ball The Spirit is the Conscious Ear The Spirit lasts-but in what mode- The spry Arms of the Wind The Stars are old that stood for m The stem of a departed Flower The Stimulus beyond the Grave The Suburbs of a Secret The Summer that we did not prize The Sunrise runs for Both The Sunset stopped on Cottages The Sun and Fog contested The Sun and Moon must make their h The Sun in reigning to the West The Sun is gay or stark The Sun is one-and on the Tare The Sun kept setting-setting-still The Sun kept stooping-stooping The Sun retired to a cloud The Sun went down-no Man looked on The sweetest Heresy received The Sweets of Pillage can be known The Symptom of the Gale- The Test of Love-is Death The Things that never can come bac The things we thought that we shou The thought beneath so slight a fi The Thrill came slowly like a Boom The Tint I cannot take-is best The Treason of an accent The Trees like Tassels-hit-and swu The Truth-is stirless The vastest earthly Day The Veins of other Flowers The Voice that stands for Floods t The waters chased him as he fled The way Hope builds his House The Way I read a Letters-this The Way to know the Bobolink The Well upon the Brook The Whole of it came not at once The Wind-tapped like a tired Man The Wind begun to knead the Grass The Wind didnt come from the Orcha The wind drew off The Wind took up the Northern Thin The Winters are so short The words the happy say The Work of Her that went The World-feels Dusty The World-stands-solemner-to me The worthlessness of Earthly thing The Zeroes-taught us-Phosphorous This-is the land-the Sunset washes This Bauble was preferred of Bees This Chasm Sweet upon my life This Consciousness that is aware This dirty-little-Heart This Merit hath the worst This docile one inter This Dust and its Feature This heart that broke so long This is a Blossom of the Brain This is my letter to the World This is the place they hoped befor This Me-that walks and works-must This quiet Dust was Gentleman and This slow Day moved along- This that would greet-an hour ago This was a Poet-It is That This was in the White of the Year This World is not Conclusion Those-dying then Those cattle smaller than a Bee Those fair-fictitious People Those final Creatures-who they are Those not live yet Those who have been in the Grave t Though the great Waters sleep Tho I get home how late-how late Tho my destiny be Fustian Three times-we parted-Breath-and I Three Weeks passed since I had see Through lane it lay-through brambl Through the Dark Sod-as Education Through the strait pass of sufferi Through those old Grounds of memor Through what transports of Patienc Tie the Strings to my Life My Lord Till Death-is narrow Loving Times wily Chargers will not wait Time does go on- Time feels so vast that were it no Tis Anguish grander than Delight Tis customary as we part Tis easier to pity those when dead Tis good-the looking back on Grief Tis little I-could care for Pearls Tis my first night beneath the Sun Tis not that Dying hurts us so Tis not the swaying frame we miss Tis One by One-the Father counts Tis Opposites-entice Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War Tis so appalling-it exhilarates Tis so much joy Tis so much joy Tis Sunrise-Little Maid-Hast Thou Tis true-They shut me in the Cold Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe- Title divine-is mine Today or this noon Tomorrow-whose location Too cold is this Too few the mornings be Too happy Time dissolves itself Too little way the House must lie Too scanty twas to die for you Touch lightly Natures sweet Guitar To be alive-is Power To be forgot by thee To break so vast a Heart To die-takes just a little while To die-without the Dying To disappear enhances- To do a magnanimous thing To earn it by disdaining it To fight aloud is very brave To fill a Gap To flee from memory To hang our head-ostensibly To hear an Oriole sing To help our Bleaker Parts To her derided Home To his simplicity To interrupt His Yellow Plan To know just how He suffered-would To learn the Transport by the Pain To lose ones faith-surpass To lose thee-sweeter than to gain To love thee Year by Year To make a prairie it takes a clove To make Ones Toilette-after Death To make Routine a Stimulus To mend each tattered Faith To my quick ear the Leaves-conferr To my small Hearth His fire came To offer brave assistance To One denied the drink To own a Susan of my own To own the Art within the Soul To pile like Thunder to its close To put this World down like a Bund To see her is a Picture- To see the Summer Sky To tell the Beauty would decrease To their apartment deep To the bright east she flies To the stanch Dust To this World she returned To try to speak and miss the way To undertake is to achieve To venerate the simple days To wait an Hour-is long To Whom the Mornings stand for Nig Tried always and Condemned by thee Triumph-may be of several kinds Trudging to Eden looking backward Trusty as the stars Trust adjust her Peradventure- Trust in the Unexpected Truth-is as old as God Twas awkward but it fitted me Twas a long Parting-but the time Twas comfort in her Dying Room Twas Crisis-All the length had pas Twas fighting for his Life he was- Twas here my summer paused Twas just this time last year I di Twas later when the summer went Twas like a Maelstrom with a notch Twas Love-not me Twas my one Glory- Twas such a little-little boat Twas the old-road-through pain Twas warm-at first-like Us Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Two-were immortal twice Twould ease-a Butterfly Two butterflies went out at Noon Two Lengths has every Day- Two swimmers wrestled on the spar Two Travellers perishing in Snow Unable are the Loved to die Uncertain lease-develops lustre Under the Light yet under Undue Significance a starving man Unfulfilled to Observation Unit like Death for Whom Until the Desert knows Unto a broken heart Unto like Story-Trouble has entice Unto Me I do not know you Unto my Books-so good to turn Unto the Whole-how add Unworthy of her Breast Upon a Lilac Sea Upon Concluded Lives Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird Upon the gallows hung a wretch Up Lifes Hill with my my little Bu Victory comes late Volcanoes be in Sicily Wait till the Majesty of Death Warm in her Hand these accents lie Was not was all the Statement Water is taught by thirst Water makes many Beds We-Bee and I-live by the quaffing Well pass without the parting Went up a year this evening Were it but Me that gained the Hei Were it to be the last Were natural mortal lady Wert Thou but ill-that I might sho We can but follow to the Sun We Cover Thee-Sweet Face We dont cry-Tim and I We do not know the time we lose- We do not play on Graves We dream-it is good we are dreamin We grow accustomed to the Dark We introduce ourselves We knew not that we were to live- We learned the Whole of Love We learn it in Retreating We like a Hairbreadth scape We like March We lose-because we win We met as Sparks-Diverging Flints We miss a Kinsman more We miss Her not because We see We never know how high we are We never know we go when we are go We outgrow love like other things We play at Paste We pray-to Heaven We see-Comparatively We send the Wave to find the Wave- We shall find the Cube of the Rain We should not mind so small a flow We shun because we prize her Face We shun it ere it comes We talked as Girls do We talked with each other about ea We thirst at first-tis Natures Act We wear our sober Dresses when we Whatever it is-she has tried it- What care the Dead for Chanticleer What did They do since I saw Them What if I say I shall not wait What Inn is this What is-Paradise What I can do-I will What I see not I better see What mystery pervades a well What shall I do-it whimpers so What shall I do when the Summer tr What Soft-Cherubic Creatures What tenements of clover What Twigs We held by- What we see we know somewhat What would I give to see his face When a Lover is a Beggar When Bells stop ringing-Church-beg When Diamonds are a Legend When Etna basks and purrs When I count the seeds When I have seen the Sun emerge When I hoped I feared- When I hoped I recollect When I was small a Woman died When Katie walks this simple pair When Memory is full When Night is almost done When One has given up Ones life When Roses cease to bloom Sir When they come back-if Blossoms do When the Astronomer stops seeking When we have ceased to care When we stand on the tops of Thing Where bells no more affright the m Where every bird is bold to go Where I have lost I softer tread Where Roses would not dare to go Where Ships of Purple-gently toss Where Thou art-that-is Home Whether my bark went down at sea Whether they have forgotten Which is best Heaven- Which is the best-the Moon or the Which misses most While Asters- While it is alive While we were fearing it it came- White as an Indian Pipe Whoever disenchants Whole Gulfs-of Red and Fleets-of R Whose are the little beds I asked Whose cheek is this Whose Pink career may have a close Who abdicated Ambush Who Court obtain within Himself Who Giants know with lesser Men Who goes to dine must take his Fea Who has not found the Heaven-below Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights- Who is the East Who never lost are unprepared Who never wanted-maddest Joy Who occupies this House Who saw no Sunrise cannot say Who were the Father and the Son Why-do they shut Me out of Heaven Why do I love You Sir Wild Nights-Wild Nights Why make it doubt-it hurts it so Why should we hurry-why indeed Will there really be a Morning Winter is good-his Hoar Delights Winter under cultivation Witchcraft has not a Pedigree Witchcraft was hung in History Within my Garden rides a Bird Within my reach Within that little Hive Within thy Grave Without a smile-Without a Throe Without this-there is nought With Pinions of Disdain With sweetness unabated With thee in the Desert Wolfe demanded during dying Wonder-is not precisely Knowing Would you like summer Taste of our Yesterday is History Youll find-it when you try to die Youll know Her-by Her Foot Youll know it-as you know tis Noon Youre right-the way is narrow Your Riches-taught me-Poverty Your thoughts dont have words ever Youve seen Balloons set-Havent You You cannot make Remembrance grow You cannot put a Fire out You cannot take itself You constituted Time You know that Portrait in the Moon You left me-Sire-two Legacies You love me-you are sure You love the Lord-you cannot see You said that I was Great-one Day You see I cannot see-your lifetime You taught me Waiting with Myself

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