Poems by Emily Dickinson
Through what transports of Patience
... Through what transports of Patience ...
Time does go on --
... I tell it gay to those who suffer now -- ...
Time feels so vast that were it not
... Engross my Finity --To His exclusion, who prepare ...
Time's wily Chargers will not wait
... Time's wily Chargers will not wait ...
Title divine -- is mine!
... When you -- hold -- Garnet to Garnet -- ...
To be forgot by thee
... A single time To be remembered what -- ...
To break so vast a Heart
... No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight -- ...
To die -- without the Dying
... And live -- without the Life ...
To disappear enhances --
... Securest gathered thenThe Fruit perverse to plucking, ...
To do a magnanimous thing
... Is precisely the finest of Joys --Not to do a magnanimous thing ...
To earn it by disdaining it
... Look behind -- He is pursuing thee ...
To fill a Gap
... Block it up With Other -- and 'twill yawn the more -- ...
To flee from memory
... Many would fly Inured to slower things ...
To hang our head -- ostensibly
... Of our immortal mind --Affords the sly presumption ...
To hear an Oriole sing
... Is of within.The "Tune is in the Tree --" ...
