Poems by Emily Dickinson
Grief is a Mouse --
... Grief is a Gourmand -- spare His luxury --Best Grief is Tongueless -- before He'll tell -- ...
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --
... Of a Silent Life --Effort -- is the sole condition -- ...
Guest am I to have
... Why to cordiality so averse to come ...
Had I known that the first was the last
... Had I known that the last was the first ...
Had I not seen the Sun
... But Light a newer Wilderness ...
Had I not This, or This, I said,
... Inadequate -- were Life --"Thou hast not Me, nor Me" -- it said, ...
Had I presumed to hope --
... With faint -- Terrestial power --'Tis Honor -- though I die -- ...
Had this one Day not been.
... Were every other Day!Lest Love should value less ...
Had we known the Ton she bore
... But she straighter walked for Freight ...
Had we our senses
... He's liable with themHad we the eyes without our Head -- ...
Have any like Myself
... And possibly a Church --That were not, We are sure -- ...
He forgot -- and I -- remembered
... ""Thou wert with him" -- quoth "the Damsel" ...
He fought like those Who've nought to lose --
... To Him -- to live -- was Doom --His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes ...
He found my Being -- set it up --
... And bade it to the EastBe faithful -- in his absence -- ...
He gave away his Life --
... And on the Heavens -- unrolled --'Tis Ours -- to wince -- and weep -- ...
