Poems by Emily Dickinson
How happy is the little Stone
... That rambles in the Road alone, ...
I cannot live with You --
... That self -- were Hell to Me --So We must meet apart -- ...
I like to see it lap the Miles --
... Then chase itself down Hill --And neigh like Boanerges -- ...
If you were coming in the Fall,
... For fear the numbers fuse --If only Centuries, delayed, ...
My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun --
... Had let its pleasure through --And when at Night -- Our good Day done -- ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church
... And an Orchard, for a Dome --Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -- ...
Going to Heaven!
... When we are going home --I'm glad I don't believe it ...
I'll tell you how the Sun rose
... Till when they reached the other side, ...
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers
... Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection -- ...
Sleep is supposed to be
... The hosts of witness stand!Morn is supposed to be ...
The Bustle in a House
... Enacted upon Earth --The Sweeping up the Heart ...
This World is not Conclusion.
... Faith slips -- and laughs, and rallies -- ...
To see the Summer Sky
... Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -- ...
Water, is taught by thirst.
... Peace -- by its battles told -- ...
A Bird came down the Walk
... And rowed him softer home --Than Oars divide the Ocean, ...
