Poems by Emily Dickinson

'T was a long parting, but the time
For interview had come;
Before the judgment-seat of God, ...

That I did always love,
I bring thee proof:
That till I loved
I did not love enough. ...

A something in a summer's day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me. ...

There is a flower that bees prefer,
And butterflies desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The ...

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
...

I like a look of agony,
Because I know it 's true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate...

The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they...

There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
...

At last to be identified!
At last, the lamps upon thy side,
The rest of life to see!
Past mi...

This is the land the sunset washes,
These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;
Where it rose, or...

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
I...

Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a bobolink for a chori...

Some things that fly there be, --
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy. ...

'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
...

Soul, wilt thou toss again?
By just such a hazard
Hundreds have lost, indeed,
But tens have...