Poems by Emily Dickinson
To see her is a Picture --
... To know her not -- Affliction -- ...
To tell the Beauty would decrease
... To tell the Beauty would decrease ...
To the bright east she flies,
... Through which existence strays ...
To the stanch Dust
... And Sanctity -- enforce thee -- ...
To their apartment deep
... To their apartment deep ...
To this World she returned.
... Dwelt hesitating, half of Dust, ...
To try to speak, and miss the way
... The Tatters that he wears --A better Coat if he possessed ...
To venerate the simple days
... To venerate the simple days ...
To wait an Hour -- is long --
... To wait Eternity -- is short -- ...
To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights,
... To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights, What must the Midnights -- be! ...
Today or this noon
... I almost touched her -- ...
Too cold is this
... Outstaring Masonry --How went the Agile Kernel out ...
Too few the mornings be,
... That come to earth to stay, ...
Too little way the House must lie
... A white inhabitant --Too narrow is the Right between -- ...
Too scanty 'twas to die for you,
... I offer even that --The Dying, is a trifle, past, ...
