Poems by Emily Dickinson
The Lady feeds Her little Bird
... But meekly recognizeThe Gulf between the Hand and Her ...
The Lamp burns sure -- within
... At her phosphoric toil!The Slave -- forgets -- to fill -- ...
The Lassitudes of Contemplation
... Beget a force They are the spirit's still vacation ...
The last of Summer is Delight --
... To meet it -- nameless as it is -- ...
The Leaves like Women interchange
... The Leaves like Women interchange ...
The Life we have is very great.
... But when all Space has been beheld ...
The Lightning is a yellow Fork
... The awful CutleryOf mansions never quite disclosed ...
The Lightning playeth -- all the while --
... May pass -- and counterpass --Upon the Ropes -- above our Head -- ...
The Lilac is an ancient shrub
... The Capsules burnished Seeds the Stars ...
The Loneliness One dare not sound --
... And Being under Lock --I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- ...
The lonesome for they know not What
... Do fumble at the strain --The Blessed Ether -- taught them -- ...
The long sigh of the Frog
... That makes the Ear inordinate ...
The look of thee, what is it like
... Let change transfuse all other Traits ...
The Love a Life can show Below
... And hinders Gabriel's Wing --'Tis this -- in Music -- hints and sways -- ...
The Luxury to apprehend
... A Sumptuousness bestowsOn plainer Days, whose Table far ...
