Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
A Charm invests a face
A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Bring me the sunset in a cup
By my Window have I for Scenery
Dear March---Come in---
Did life's penurious length
Finding is the first Act
Frigid and sweet Her parting Face
Go not too near a House of Rose
His Mansion in the Pool
How many Flowers fail in Wood
How still the Bells in Steeples stand
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
I like to see it lap the Miles
I never hear the word "escape"
I saw no Way---The Heavens were stitched
I sing to use the Waiting
I stepped from Plank to Plank
I thought that nature was enough
I'll tell you how the Sun rose
It dropped so low---in my Regard
It is an honorable Thought
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
It struck me---every Day---
It was not Death, for I stood up
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
Love---is anterior to Life---
My Faith is larger than the Hills
One need not be a Chamber---to be Haunted
Split the Lark---and you'll find the Music
Summer for thee, grant I may be
The Angle of a Landscape
The Dandelion's pallid tube
The Only News I know
The Soul should always stand ajar
The Truth---is stirless---
There came a Day at Summer's full,
There came a Wind like a Bugle
There's been a Death, in the Opposite House
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies
To die---takes just a little while
When I have seen the Sun emerge
When Night is almost done
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