Poems by Emily Dickinson
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee
... Nor the least signal, Me assure --Wert Thou but Stranger in ungracious country -- ...
What care the Dead, for Chanticleer --
... As soon the South -- her BreezeOf Sycamore -- or Cinnamon -- ...
What did They do since I saw Them?
... Have I the eagernessThat could I snatch Their Faces ...
What I can do -- I will
... Though it be little as a Daffodil -- ...
What I see not, I better see --
... The Features so beloved ---And I arise -- and in my Dream -- ...
What if I say I shall not wait!
... Unmeaning -- now -- to me --As laughter -- was -- an hour ago -- ...
What mystery pervades a well!
... And does no timidity betrayBut nature is a stranger yet ...
What shall I do -- it whimpers so
... Or if it dare -- to climb your dizzy knee -- ...
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
... When the Bee hangs all Noon in the Buttercup ...
What Twigs We held by --
... The diligence were not more blindHow scant, by everlasting Light ...
What would I give to see his face?
... And dappled Cowslip Dells --Then I have "shares" in Primrose "Banks" -- ...
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
... Do not chastise the Dove --Not for Ourselves, petition -- ...
When a Lover is a Beggar
... Different is he --What he begged is then the Beggar -- ...
When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins
... When Cogs -- stop -- that's Circumference -- ...
When Diamonds are a Legend,
... Do sow, and Raise for sale --And tho' I'm scarce accounted, ...
