Poems by Emily Dickinson

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

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

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

Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek ...

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

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

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

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

She went as quiet as the dew
From a familiar flower.
Not like the dew did she return
At the ac...

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...