Poems by Emily Dickinson
That Distance was between Us
... The Will it is that situates -- ...
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,
... That Day -- the Days among --Glows Central -- like a Jewel ...
That odd old man is dead a year --
... 'Twas such an evening bright and stiff ...
That sacred Closet when you sweep --
... A probability --August the Dust of that Domain -- ...
That she forgot me was the least
... Faithful was all that I could boast ...
That short -- potential stir
... 'Tis almost Consequence --Is the eclat of Death -- ...
That Such have died enable Us
... That Such have died enable Us ...
That this should feel the need of Death
... As never was -- achieved --Not satisfied to ape the Great ...
The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time --
... The Admirations -- and Contempts -- of time -- ...
The Angle of a Landscape
... Then -- Diamonds -- which the SnowFrom Polar Caskets -- fetched me -- ...
The Auctioneer of Parting
... Range from a single human Heart ...
The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings --
... Auspiciously withheld --To his adroit Creator ...
The Battle fought between the Soul
... By far the Greater One --No News of it is had abroad -- ...
The Beggar at the Door for Fame
... But Bread is that Diviner thing ...
The Beggar Lad -- dies early --
... The Sleet -- the bitter Wind --The Childish Hands that teased for Pence ...
