Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Stimulus, beyond the Grave
... Supports me like imperial Drams ...
The Suburbs of a Secret
... Better than on a Dream intrude ...
The Summer that we did not prize,
... And recognition lazy --Bestirs itself -- puts on its Coat, ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning
... The want of Diadems!The Morning -- fluttered -- staggered -- ...
The Sun and Fog contested
... The Sun took down his Yellow Whip ...
The Sun and Moon must make their haste --
... The Lord alone is burned --His Eye, it is the East and West -- ...
The Sun is one -- and on the Tare
... The Sun is one -- and on the Tare ...
The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still
... From House to House 'twas Noon --The Dusk kept dropping -- dropping -- still ...
The Sun retired to a cloud
... The drops on Nature's forehead stood ...
The Sun went down -- no Man looked on --
... He triumphed, and went on --The Sun went up -- no Man looked on -- ...
The Sunrise runs for Both --
... Till Both -- can see --The Midnight's Dusky Arms ...
The Sunset stopped on Cottages
... Gone Westerly, Today --The Sunset stopped on Cottages ...
The sweetest Heresy received
... Though the Faith accommodate but Two --The Churches are so frequent -- ...
The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
... The Sweets of Pillage, can be known ...
The Symptom of the Gale --
... So scant an interval --And when the Noise is caught ...
