Poems by Emily Dickinson
Water makes many Beds
... Whose Amplitude no end invades -- ...
We -- Bee and I -- live by the quaffing
... Dainty -- as the trees -- on our deft Head --While runs the Rhine -- ...
We can but follow to the Sun --
... 'Tis mostly -- following --We go no further with the Dust ...
We Cover Thee -- Sweet Face
... To Con Thee o'er and o'er --And blame the scanty love ...
We do not know the time we lose --
... Among the certainties --A firm appearance still inflates ...
We do not play on Graves
... And crush our pretty play --And so we move as far ...
We introduce ourselves
... To Planets and to Flowers ...
We knew not that we were to live --
... We knew not that we were to live -- ...
We learn it in Retreating
... A Perished SunEndear in the departure ...
We learned the Whole of Love --
... Then -- Revelation closed --But in Each Other's eyes ...
We like a Hairbreadth 'scape
... Like paragraphs of WindIf we had ventured less ...
We like March.
... ---We like March -- his shoes are Purple ...
We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints
... We met as Sparks -- Diverging Flints ...
We miss a Kinsman more
... From possibilityA Furlong than a League ...
We miss Her, not because We see --
... Abridge SocietyAs slightly as the Routes of Stars -- ...
