Silence is all we dread by Emily Dickinson Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
Not any sunny tone by Emily Dickinson Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
Forever’it Composed of Nows by Emily Dickinson 624 Forever’—it composed of Nows’— ’Tis not a different time’— Except for Infiniteness’— And Latitude of Home’—
Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is by Emily Dickinson 516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
The Truth’is Stirless by Emily Dickinson 780 The Truth — is stirless — Other force — may be presumed to m This — then — is best for confiden When oldest Cedars swerve —
There Came a Wind Like a Bugle by Emily Dickinson There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe by Emily Dickinson 896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
Perhaps You Think Me Stooping by Emily Dickinson 833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t Do those at Sacrament
Good Night, Because We Must by Emily Dickinson 114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
He Found my Being’set It Up by Emily Dickinson 603 He found my Being’—set it up’— Adjusted it to place’— Then carved his name’—upon it’— And bade it to the East
