Poems by Emily Dickinson
Uncertain lease -- develops lustre
... Of Sum --The shorter Fate -- is oftener the chiefest ...
Unto a broken heart
... Without the high prerogative ...
Volcanoes be in Sicily
... I judge from my Geography -- ...
We don't cry -- Tim and I,
... We are far too grand --Nor to dream -- he and me -- ...
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
... And Drama -- is never dead --Cautious -- We jar each other -- ...
Went up a year this evening!
... When, were the gales propitious -- ...
What Inn is this
... No ruddy fires on the hearth -- ...
What we see we know somewhat
... Though it shows so fickleI shall vote for Lands with Locks ...
Whether my bark went down at sea
... She bent her docile sails --By what mystic mooring ...
Which is best? Heaven --
... I cannot help esteemThe "Bird within the Hand" ...
Which misses most,
... Or that that went to sleepWith "if I could" endeavoring ...
Who never lost, are unprepared
... Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!Who never climbed the weary league -- ...
Whose cheek is this?
... I found her -- "pleiad" -- in the woods ...
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?
... But don't -- shut the door!Oh, if I -- were the Gentleman ...
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
... Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on! ...
