Poems by Emily Dickinson
One dignity delays for all
... Their hundred hats they raise!Her pomp surpassing ermine ...
One Joy of so much anguish
... Should stab my ravished spirit ...
One of the ones that Midas touched
... With thoughts that make for Peace --But if there were a Jason, ...
One thing of it we borrow
... Its Sweetness to have known -- ...
Only a Shrine, but Mine --
... Still -- just as easy, if it be thy Will ...
Only God -- detect the Sorrow --
... Only God -- The Jehovahs -- are no Babblers -- ...
Opinion is a flitting thing,
... If then we cannot own them both -- ...
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
... A needless life, it seemed to me ...
Our little secrets slink away --
... Is there no sweet beneath the sun ...
Our own possessions -- though our own --
... Our own possessions -- though our own -- ...
Our share of night to bear
... Our blank in scorning --Here a star, and there a star, ...
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
... The channel of the dust who once achieves ...
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
... On every side of mine'Tis true, Your Garden led the Bloom, ...
Out of sight? What of that?
... Than debate -- here --Blue is Blue -- the World through -- ...
Over and over, like a Tune
... Cornets of Paradise --Snatches, from Baptized Generations -- ...
