Poems by Emily Dickinson
Of God we ask one favor,
... For what, he is presumed to know -- ...
Of Life to own --
... From Life to draw -- ...
Of Nature I shall have enough
... Of Nature I shall have enough ...
Of nearness to her sundered Things
... Salute us, with their wings --As we -- it were -- that perished -- ...
Of Paradise' existence
... All we know Is the uncertain certainty -- ...
Of Paul and Silas it is said
... But when they went to take them out ...
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe
... Present continuallyHis Suit a chance ...
Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door
... Though the Ring is unwhole, and the Company broke ...
Of their peculiar light
... I keep one ray To clarify the Sight ...
Of this is Day composed
... Whose Pomps allure and spurn ...
Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?
... That Bells should ring till all should know ...
Of Tribulation, these are They
... No Ornament, but Palms --Surrender -- is a sort unknown -- ...
Of whom so dear
... As intimate -- as fugitive ...
Of Yellow was the outer Sky
... Till Saffron in Vermilion slid ...
Oh Future! thou secreted peace
... Is there no wandering route of grace ...
