Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Test of Love -- is Death --
... Another -- doth --If smaller Patience -- be -- ...
The Things that never can come back, are several --
... Though Joys -- like Men -- may sometimes make a Journey -- ...
The things we thought that we should do
... Have never been begun --The Lands we thought that we should seek ...
The thought beneath so slight a film
... The thought beneath so slight a film -- ...
The Treason of an accent
... Is no Recoverer ----The Treason of an Accent ...
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
... To let the Orchards grow --A Bird sat careless on the fence -- ...
The Truth -- is stirless --
... When oldest Cedars swerve --And Oaks untwist their fists -- ...
The vastest earthly Day
... The vastest earthly Day ...
The Veins of other Flowers
... Till Nature leisure has for Terms ...
The waters chased him as he fled,
... The waters chased him as he fled, ...
The way Hope builds his House
... But only Pinnacle --Abode in as supreme ...
The Way I read a Letter's -- this --
... And slowly pick the lock --Then -- glancing narrow, at the Wall -- ...
The Way to know the Bobolink
... Until allured awayBy Seasons or his Children -- ...
The Well upon the Brook
... Let Brooks -- renew of Brooks -- ...
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today
... His Way -- of a June Day --If He fling Sand, and Pebble -- ...
