If Pain for Peace Prepares par Emily Dickinson 63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
As Watchers Hang Upon the East par Emily Dickinson 121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
Truth — is as old as God — par Emily Dickinson 836 Truth — is as old as God — His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity —
Why Make It Doubt’it Hurts It So par Emily Dickinson 462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
Unable Are the Loved to Die par Emily Dickinson 809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
To Wait an Hour’is Long par Emily Dickinson 781 To wait an Hour’—is long’— If Love be just beyond’— To wait Eternity’—is short’— If Love reward the end’—
I’Ve None to Tell Me to But Thee par Emily Dickinson 881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he
I Felt my Life With Both my Hands par Emily Dickinson 351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
This Was a Poet&Mdash;It Is That par Emily Dickinson 448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
The Pedigree of Honey par Emily Dickinson The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
