Poems by Emily Dickinson
Who saw no Sunrise cannot say
... Of the Ability.The Emigrant of Light, it is ...
Who were "the Father and the Son"
... When altered frequently --We blush, that Heaven if we achieve -- ...
Whoever disenchants
... Till the suggestion sinister ...
Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red --
... As 'twere specific Ground --And They -- appointed Creatures -- ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked
... She's dreaming of the woods!Then turning from them reverent -- ...
Whose Pink career may have a close
... Whose Pink career may have a close ...
Why make it doubt -- it hurts it so
... For that dear -- distant -- dangerous -- Sake -- ...
Why should we hurry -- why indeed?
... Why should we hurry -- why indeed ...
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
... With Summer, or the World --Generic as a Quarry ...
Winter under cultivation
... Winter under cultivation ...
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree
... And mourners meet it going out ...
With Pinions of Disdain
... And during its electric gale -- ...
With sweetness unabated
... The autumn started homeHer home to be with Nature ...
With thee, in the Desert
... With thee in the Tamarind wood -- ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
... As 'twere a travelling Mill --He never stops, but slackens ...
