Poems by Emily Dickinson
Now I lay thee down to Sleep --
... And if thou live before thou wake -- ...
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
... The deepest hid is sighted first ...
Of Course -- I prayed
... Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb -- ...
Of so divine a Loss
... That such a Bliss has been ...
On a Columnar Self --
... Though None be on our Side --Suffice Us -- for a Crowd -- ...
One Life of so much Consequence!
... In ceaseless -- salary --One Pearl -- to me -- so signal -- ...
One Year ago -- jots what?
... God -- spell the word! I -- can't -- ...
Our journey had advanced --
... The Forest of the Dead --Retreat -- was out of Hope -- ...
Over the fence
... Berries are nice!But -- if I stained my Apron -- ...
Partake as doth the Bee,
... Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate -- ...
Patience -- has a quiet Outer --
... Infinites -- between --'Scaping one -- against the other ...
Perception of an object costs
... Replying to its Price --The Object Absolute -- is nought -- ...
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
... Their Hock, and Sherry, draw,Why, I will lend until just then, ...
Praise it -- 'tis dead --
... Remitted -- since it flitted it ...
Prayer is the little implement
... They fling their SpeechBy means of it -- in God's Ear -- ...
