Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Bible is an antique Volume --
... Boys that "believe" are very lonesome -- ...
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play --
... Where each is Citizen --From Heavy laden Lands to thee ...
The Bird her punctual music brings
... What respite from her thrilling toil ...
The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb
... No Breakfast if it guarantyThe Rose content may bloom ...
The Birds begun at Four o'clock --
... But neighboring as Noon --I could not count their Force -- ...
The Birds reported from the South --
... Her -- Witness -- was Her Dead --Thenceforward -- We -- together dwelt -- ...
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side --
... To Partridge -- and to Boy --He sometimes holds upon the Fence -- ...
The Blunder is in estimate.
... Meanwhile he is so nearHe joins me in my Ramble -- ...
The Bobolink is gone --
... He boldly interrupted that overflowing Day ...
The Body grows without --
... Its Temple stands, alway,Ajar -- secure -- inviting -- ...
The Bone that has no Marrow,
... But how shall finished Creatures ...
The Brain, within its Groove
... 'Twere easier for You --To put a Current back -- ...
The Butterfly in honored Dust
... But none will pass the Catacomb ...
The butterfly obtains
... That he is dissolute --Had he the homely scutcheon ...
The Butterfly upon the Sky,
... Is just as high as you and I, ...
