My Faith Is Larger Than the Hills by Emily Dickinson 766 My Faith is larger than the Hills So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh To show the Sun the way—
The Wind Tapped Like a Tired Man, by Emily Dickinson The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest, 1
The Skies Can’T Keep Their Secret! by Emily Dickinson 191 The Skies can’t keep their secret They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
Drowning is not so pitiful by Emily Dickinson Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings by Emily Dickinson THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve
She Dwelleth in the Ground by Emily Dickinson 671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
I Felt a Cleaving in my Mind by Emily Dickinson I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo
The Work of Her That Went by Emily Dickinson The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
So Bashful When I Spied Her! by Emily Dickinson 91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
After a Hundred Years by Emily Dickinson After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
