Poems by Emily Dickinson
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
... In North America --No Trace -- no Figment of the Thing ...
Ideals are the Fairly Oil
... But when the Vital Axle turns ...
If all the griefs I am to have
... They could not be so big as this ...
If ever the lid gets off my head
... Without a hint from me,And the world -- if the world be looking on -- ...
If I could bribe them by a Rose
... My business were so dear!If they would linger for a Bird ...
If I should cease to bring a Rose
... I have been called away --If I should cease to take the names ...
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
... If Nature smiles -- the Mother must ...
If pain for peace prepares
... Be reckoned up?If night stands fast -- then noon ...
In Ebon Box, when years have flown
... That quickened us like Wine!Perhaps a Flower's shrivelled check ...
In rags mysterious as these
... Veiling the purple, and the plumes -- ...
In snow thou comest --
... Thou shalt go with the resuming ground, ...
In Winter in my Room
... That string was there --I shrank -- "How fair you are"! ...
Inconceivably solemn!
... A pleading Pageantry --Flags, are a brave sight -- ...
Is Immortality a bane
... That men are so oppressed ...
It did not surprise me
... God's old fashioned vows --This was but a Birdling -- ...
