Poems by Emily Dickinson
It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did
... It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did -- ...
It feels a shame to be Alive
... Permitted -- such a Head --The Stone -- that tells defending Whom ...
It is easy to work when the soul is at play
... Makes work difficult -- then --It is simple, to ache in the Bone, or the Rind -- ...
It might be lonelier
... Perhaps the Other -- Peace --Would interrupt the Dark -- ...
It was too late for Man --
... But Prayer -- remained -- Our Side --How excellent the Heaven -- ...
It's such a little thing to weep
... And yet -- by Trades -- the size of these ...
Least Rivers -- docile to some sea
... Least Rivers -- docile to some sea ...
Lest they should come -- is all my fear
... Lest they should come -- is all my fear When sweet incarcerated here ...
Let me not mar that perfect Dream
... Not when we know, the Power accosts -- ...
Like eyes that looked on Wastes
... As hopeless -- as divine --Neither -- would be absolved -- ...
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
... It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools ...
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
... Their Velvet Masonry --Withstands until the sweet Assault ...
Long Years apart -- can make no
... Invalidate the spell --The embers of a Thousand Years ...
Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt
... Might Death -- enable Thee --The River reaches to My Breast -- ...
Meeting by Accident,
... And economical of Bliss ...
