I’Ve Heard an Organ Talk, Sometimes by Emily Dickinson 183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
Not All Die Early, Dying Young by Emily Dickinson 990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
My Period Had Come for Prayer by Emily Dickinson 564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
Mute Thy Coronation by Emily Dickinson 151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
Have Any Like Myself by Emily Dickinson 736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
So From the Mould by Emily Dickinson 66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga
Life L. I should have been too glad by Emily Dickinson I SHOULD have been too glad, I Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame This new circumference, have blame
The World&Mdash;Feels Dusty by Emily Dickinson 715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
An Altered Look About the Hills by Emily Dickinson 140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation by Emily Dickinson 560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti It failed from Men—
