Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, — Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! Might I but moor To-night in thee!
Why? By Emily Dickinson
The murmur of a bee A witchcraft yieldeth me. If any ask me why, ‘T were easier to die Than tell. The red upon the hill Taketh away my will; If…
Who? By Emily Dickinson
My friend must be a bird, Because it flies! Mortal my friend must be, Because it dies! Barbs has it, like a bee. Ah, curious friend, Thou puzzlest me!
Who Has Not Found The Heaven Below By Emily Dickinson
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God’s residence is next to mine, His furniture is love.
Where Every Bird Is Bold To Go, By Emily Dickinson
Where every bird is bold to go, And bees abashless play, The foreigner before he knocks Must thrust the tears away.
When I Hoped I Feared, By Emily Dickinson
When I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain; Spectre cannot harm, Serpent cannot charm; He deposes doom, Who hath suffered him.
What Soft, Cherubic Creatures By Emily Dickinson
What soft, cherubic creatures These gentlewomen are! One would as soon assault a plush Or violate a star. Such dimity convictions, A horror so refined Of freckled human nature, Of Deity…
What Inn Is This By Emily Dickinson
What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer,…
What If I Say I Shall Not Wait? By Emily Dickinson
What if I say I shall not wait? What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee? What if I file this mortal off, See where…
Wedded. By Emily Dickinson
A solemn thing it was, I said, A woman white to be, And wear, if God should count me fit, Her hallowed mystery. A timid thing to drop…