Poems by Emily Dickinson
This is the place they hoped before,
... This is the place they hoped before, ...
This Me -- that walks and works -- must die,
... This Me -- that walks and works -- must die, ...
This Merit hath the worst --
... And thrown Her furthest Stone --The Maimed may pause, and breathe, ...
This slow Day moved along --
... They hated motion so --I told my soul to come -- ...
This that would greet -- an hour ago --
... Nor glow, would it, nor bow --Had it a notice from the Noon ...
Tho' I get home how late -- how late
... Brewed from decades of Agony!To think just how the fire will burn -- ...
Tho' my destiny be Fustian
... To her Rosier,For, when Frosts, their punctual fingers ...
Those cattle smaller than a Bee
... Whose tillage is the passing Crumb -- ...
Those fair -- fictitious People
... Receiving -- where we -- pray --Of Expectation -- also -- ...
Those not live yet
... Death -- so -- the Hyphen of the Sea -- ...
Those who have been in the Grave the longest --
... Death is the other way --Foot of the Bold did least attempt it -- ...
Though the great Waters sleep,
... Though the great Waters sleep, ...
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
... Where Human faces -- be --The Waves grew sleepy -- Breath -- did not -- ...
Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her --
... Gracious unto none --Borne without dissent of Either ...
Through the strait pass of suffering --
... Upon a Planet's Bond --Their faith -- the everlasting troth -- ...
