Poems by Emily Dickinson
Heaven is so far of the Mind
... Could not again be proved --'Tis vast -- as our Capacity -- ...
Her face was in a bed of hair,
... Her tongue more tender than the tune ...
His Heart was darker than the starless night
... His Heart was darker than the starless night ...
Hope is a strange invention --
... Yet never wearing out --Of this electric Adjunct ...
How brittle are the Piers
... He sent his Son to test the Plank, ...
How Human Nature dotes
... Prospective is extinct --Prospective is the friend ...
How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights --
... Closes the shutter and goes in --How pompous the Wind must feel Noons ...
How soft a Caterpillar steps --
... Its soundless travels just arrest ...
How soft this Prison is
... Invented this reposeOf Fate if this is All ...
I asked no other thing --
... "But -- Madam -- is there nothing else -- ...
I could suffice for Him, I knew --
... 'Twas face to face with God --Withdrew the Sun -- to Other Wests -- ...
I fear a Man of frugal Speech --
... Or Babbler -- entertain --But He who weigheth -- While the Rest -- ...
I fit for them --
... A purer food for them, if I succeed, ...
I gave myself to Him --
... The subtle Cargoes -- lie --At least -- 'tis Mutual -- Risk -- ...
I got so I could take his name
... As Staples -- driven through --Could dimly recollect a Grace -- ...
