I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack by Emily Dickinson 909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
Could I’then’shut the Door by Emily Dickinson 220 Could I’—then’—shut the door’— Lest my beseeching face’—at last’— Rejected’—be’—of Her?
Fitter to See Him, I May Be by Emily Dickinson 968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to With Summers, and with Winters, g Some passing Year—A trait bestow
The Brain, Within Its Groove by Emily Dickinson 556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
My First Well Day’since Many Ill by Emily Dickinson 574 My first well Day’—since many ill I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands And see the things in Pod’—
Bereavement in Their Death to Feel by Emily Dickinson 645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
I Have Never Seen “Volcanoes” by Emily Dickinson 175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
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—
Train by Emily Dickinson I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
Tie the Strings to my Life, my Lord, by Emily Dickinson Tie the strings to my life, my Lo Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,