Poems by Emily Dickinson

It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The mornings blossom into noons,
A...

'T was such a little, little boat
That toddled down the bay!
'T was such a gallant, gallant s...

We outgrow love like other things
And put it in the drawer,
Till it an antique fashion shows
...

We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
...

Whether my bark went down at sea,
Whether she met with gales,
Whether to isles enchanted
She...

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
Then crouch within the door.
Red is the fire's common ti...

THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft yieldeth me.
If any ask me why,
'T were easier to die
Than ...

She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of...

Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the b...

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too...

A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
A...