Poems by Emily Dickinson
I could not prove the Years had feet --
... And Series that are done --I find my feet have further Goals -- ...
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --
... To look at, like a Toy --To sometimes hear "Rich people" buy ...
I cross till I am weary
... The instant that we meet --They strive -- and yet delay -- ...
I did not reach Thee
... Three rivers and the Hill are passed -- ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides
... Could not obtain for me --I envy Light -- that wakes Him -- ...
I found the words to every thought
... As a Hand did try to chalk the SunTo Races -- nurtured in the Dark -- ...
I gained it so
... Attempt by Strategy --I said I gained it -- ...
I groped for him before I knew
... Which others taste and spurn and sneer -- ...
I had a daily Bliss
... It grew as I pursuedTill when around a Height ...
I had no Cause to be awake --
... And failed to wake them up --But called the others -- clear -- ...
I had no time to Hate
... Ample I Could finish -- Enmity --Nor had I time to Love -- ...
I had not minded -- Walls
... The other side the Block --I'd tunnel -- till my Groove ...
I had some things that I called mine
... I had some things that I called mine -- ...
I had the Glory -- that will do
... Deforming -- Dwindling -- Gulfing up -- ...
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
... Features keep their place --If at length the smouldering anguish ...
