I should have been too glad, I see, Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shamed This new circumference, have blamed The…
Poem
Too Late. By Emily Dickinson
Delayed till she had ceased to know, Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay. An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by just an…
To Venerate The Simple Days By Emily Dickinson
To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or me They may take the trifle Termed mortality! To invest existence with…
To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred; By Emily Dickinson
To my quick ear the leaves conferred; The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide, The…
To March. By Emily Dickinson
Dear March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat — You must have walked — How out of breath you are! Dear March,…
To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee,” By Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, — One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do If bees are few.
To Lose Thee, Sweeter Than To Gain By Emily Dickinson
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. ‘T is true the drought is destitute, But then I had the dew! The Caspian has…
To Learn The Transport By The Pain, By Emily Dickinson
To learn the transport by the pain, As blind men learn the sun; To die of thirst, suspecting That brooks in meadows run; To stay the homesick, homesick…
To Know Just How He Suffered Would Be Dear;” By Emily Dickinson
To know just how he suffered would be dear; To know if any human eyes were near To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze, Until it settled…
To Help Our Bleaker Parts By Emily Dickinson
To help our bleaker parts Salubrious hours are given, Which if they do not fit for earth Drill silently for heaven.