All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of ‘Currer Bell,’ In quiet Haworth laid. This bird, observing others, When frosts too sharp became, Retire to other latitudes, Quietly did the same, But differed in returning; Since Yorkshire hills are green, Yet not in all the nests I meet Can nightingale be seen. Gathered from many wanderings, Gethsemane can tell Through what…
Called Back. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Just lost when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I…
By The Sea. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me, And frigates in the upper floor Extended hempen…
Bless God, He Went As Soldiers, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast; Grant, God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest. Please God, might I behold him In…
Bequest. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
You left me, sweet, two legacies, — A legacy of love A Heavenly Father would content, Had He the offer of; You left me boundaries of pain Capacious as…
Before The Ice Is In The Pools, By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Before the ice is in the pools, Before the skaters go, Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow, Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas…
Beclouded. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind…
Autumn. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer…
Aurora. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Of bronze and blaze The north, to-night! So adequate its forms, So preconcerted with itself, So distant to alarms, — An unconcern so sovereign To universe, or me, It paints my simple…
At Length. By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life Developed from within, — When Death lit…