Poems by Emily Dickinson

Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in ...

My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me? My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look...

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
But I could never sell.
If you would like to borrow
Until ...

God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one, -- forgot my school-mates,
All...

I meant to have but modest needs,
Such as content, and heaven;
Within my income these could ...

Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the s...

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...