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

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