Poems by Emily Dickinson
I showed her Heights she never saw
... I showed her Secrets -- Morning's Nest -- ...
I sometimes drop it, for a Quick --
... And Madder -- to conceive --Consoles a Woe so monstrous ...
I stepped from Plank to Plank
... This gave me that precarious Gait ...
I sued the News -- yet feared -- the News
... "The House not made with Hands" it was -- ...
I suppose the time will come
... And in Chintz the AppleI believe the Day will be ...
I tend my flowers for thee
... You marvel how they held --Globe Roses -- break their satin glake -- ...
I think I was enchanted
... 'Twere suddenly confirmed --I could not have defined the change -- ...
I think just how my shape will rise
... Are out of sight -- in Heaven --I think just how my lips will weigh -- ...
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water --
... I think that the Root of the Wind is Water -- ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand
... Lapland's -- necessity --The Hemlock's nature thrives -- on cold -- ...
I think the longest Hour of all
... It seems as though the TimeIndignant -- that the Joy was come -- ...
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss
... Than an inferior kind --No numb alarm -- lest Difference come -- ...
I thought that nature was enough
... As Parallax a Flame --Of Human nature just aware ...
I thought the Train would never come --
... I thought the Train would never come -- ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl
... Nay -- Hold it -- it is calm --Therefore -- we do life's labor -- ...
