Poems by Emily Dickinson

I went to thank her,
But she slept;
Her bed a funnelled stone,
With nosegays at the head an...

The last night that she lived,
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made natu...

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of b...

I know some lonely houses off the road
A robber 'd like the look of, --
Wooden barred,
And w...

Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling...

I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its...

I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the ...

Through the straight pass of suffering
The martyrs even trod,
Their feet upon temptation,
Th...

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May, Dear ...

Mine by the right of the white election!
Mine by the royal seal!
Mine by the sign in the scarle...

The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His observation omnifold,
His inquest ...

Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when...

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the schoo...

One dignity delays for all,
One mitred afternoon.
None can avoid this purple,
None evade thi...

On this long storm the rainbow rose,
On this late morn the sun;
The clouds, like listless el...