Poems by Emily Dickinson
Could Hope inspect her Basis
... Or it has none --Balked in the vastest instance ...
I reckonwhen I count it all
... But, looking backthe First so seems ...
I had no time to hate, because
... The little toil of love, I thought, ...
Morning
... Where the place called morning lies! ...
The Martyr Poets -- did not tell --
... Their mortal fate -- encourage Some --The Martyr Painters -- never spoke -- ...
Least Riversdocile to some sea
... 212 Least Riversdocile to some sea ...
He fumbles at your spirit
... Your brain to bubble cool, - ...
Till Death -- is narrow Loving --
... Of Finiteness -- be spent --But He whose loss procures you ...
Beclouded
... Nature, like us, is sometimes caught &emsp ...
She staked her FeathersGained an Arc
... 798 She staked her FeathersGained an Arc ...
Unto my Booksso good to turn
... I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf ...
Till Deathis narrow Loving
... 907 Till Deathis narrow Loving ...
Our little Kinsmenafter Rain
... 885 Our little Kinsmenafter Rain ...
The Futurenever spoke
... 672 The Futurenever spoke ...
Promise ThisWhen You be Dying
... Bliss of DeathLife's Bliss extol thro' ...
