Poems by Emily Dickinson
You'll find -- it when you try to die --
... You chose the newer names --And when this World -- sets further back -- ...
You'll know Her -- by Her Foot --
... Would more affront the Sand --Than this Quaint Creature's Boot -- ...
You'll know it -- as you know 'tis Noon
... His listp -- is Lightning -- and the Sun -- ...
You're right -- "the way is narrow"
... Termed by the Brokers -- "Death"!And after that -- there's Heaven -- ...
You've seen Balloons set -- Haven't You?
... They would not encore -- Death --The Gilded Creature strains -- and spins -- ...
Your Riches -- taught me -- Poverty.
... Its distance -- to behold --Its far -- far Treasure to surmise -- ...
Your thoughts don't have words every day
... Your thoughts don't have words every day ...
One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted --
... In lonesome Place --Ourself behind ourself, concealed -- ...
Reverse cannot befall
... As soon -- AdversityA Diamond -- overtake ...
The Missing All -- prevented Me
... Could lift my Forehead from my work ...
When I count the seeds
... Lain so low, To be received as high --When I believe the garden ...
Where bells no more affright the morn
... Are forced to keep their rooms --Where tired Children placid sleep ...
If What we couldwere what we would
... 407 If What we couldwere what we would ...
The Railway Train
... To fit its sides, and crawl between, ...
The Lamp burns surewithin
... Unconscious that the oil is out ...
