Poems by Emily Dickinson
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
... So much of Heaven has gone from Earth ...
So much Summer
... Would a Smile's minute bestowing ...
So set its Sun in Thee
... That touch -- how seldomly -- ...
So the Eyes accost -- and sunder
... So may CountenanceEntertain -- without addressing ...
So well that I can live without
... Prove it me That He -- loved Men -- ...
Society for me my misery
... Society for me my misery Since Gift of Thee -- ...
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
... Softened by Time's consummate plush, ...
Soil of Flint, if steady tilled --
... Soil of Flint, if steady tilled -- ...
Work for Immortality
... The former -- Checks -- on Fame --Slow Gold -- but Everlasting -- ...
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike --
... Some Arrows slay but whom they strike -- ...
Some Days retired from the rest
... Some Days retired from the rest ...
Some one prepared this mighty show
... The nations and the Days --Displayed before the simplest Door ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair!
... Revisiting the Bog!Without Commander! Countless! Still! ...
Some such Butterfly be seen
... Then -- the License closes --Some such Spice -- express and pass -- ...
Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder
... Leave us to presumeThat oblique Belief which we call Conjecture ...
