Poems by Emily Dickinson
Lest this be Heaven indeed
... That always gauges a Degree ...
Let down the Bars, Oh Death --
... Whose wandering is done --Thine is the stillest night ...
Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip,
... Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip, Nor beg, with Domains in my Pocket -- ...
Let my first Knowing be of thee
... And my first Fearing, lest Unknowns ...
Let Us play Yesterday --
... Let in -- with Light --Can the Lark resume the Shell -- ...
Life -- is what we make of it --
... Justify Him -- though --He -- would trust no stranger -- ...
Life, and Death, and Giants --
... Minor -- Apparatus -- Hopper of the Mill -- ...
Lift it -- with the Feathers
... Lift it -- with the Feathers ...
Light is sufficient to itself --
... Light is sufficient to itself -- ...
Lightly stepped a yellow star
... Loosed the Moon her silver hat ...
Like Brooms of Steel
... Had swept the Winter Street -- ...
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
... No Summer -- could -- for Them --Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred -- ...
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
... To Neighbors doubtless of their own ...
Like Mighty Foot Lights -- burned the Red
... Exhibiting -- to These --'Twas Universe -- that did applaud -- ...
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
... So plausible -- they seem --Her Memories like Strains -- Review -- ...
