Poems by Emily Dickinson
The fascinating chill that music leaves
... The fascinating chill that music leaves ...
The Fingers of the Light
... Awakened Maid and ManThe Neighbor in the Pool ...
The first Day's Night had come
... I told my Soul to sing --She said her Strings were snapt -- ...
The first We knew of Him was Death --
... The first We knew of Him was Death -- ...
The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
... We chased him to his Den --We hated Death and hated Life ...
The Frost was never seen --
... But search effaces himTill some retrieveless Night ...
The Future -- never spoke --
... Of His Profound To Come --But when the News be ripe -- ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla --
... And as benign --When most is part -- it comes -- ...
The gleam of an heroic Act
... The Possible's slow fuse is lit ...
The good Will of a Flower
... Certificate Of minted Holiness ...
The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain --
... The Grace -- Myself -- might not obtain -- ...
The grave my little cottage is,
... The grave my little cottage is, ...
The hallowing of Pain
... The Summit is not givenTo Him who strives severe ...
The harm of Years is on him --
... The harm of Years is on him -- ...
The Heart has many Doors --
... Repast to me That somewhere, there exists, ...
