Poems by Emily Dickinson

Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
...

'T WAS later when the summer went
Than when the cricket came,
And yet we knew that gentle cloc...

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the soldered mouth can tell;
Try! Can you stir ...

Who never lost, are unprepared
A coronet to find;
Who never thirsted, flagons
And cooling t...

As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Unt...

Doubt me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured...

The show is not the show,
But they that go.
Menagerie to me
My neighbor be.
Fair play --
Bo...

Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the st...

So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so ashamed!
So hidden in her leaflets,
Lest anybody...

The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, --
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send....

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest...

Some rainbow coming from the fair!
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or els...

Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs ...

To know just how he suffered would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he cou...

To fight aloud is very brave,
But gallanter, I know,
Who charge within the bosom,
The cava...