Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness by Emily Dickinson 942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint I admonish Thee
Time LXVII. If I Should Die (54) by Emily Dickinson If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, 1 4
Afraid! of Whom Am I Afraid? by Emily Dickinson 608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
The Sunset Stopped on Cottages by Emily Dickinson 950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’ Gone Westerly, Today—
There Is a June When Corn Is Cut by Emily Dickinson 930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
Within my Reach! by Emily Dickinson 90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
One Crucifixion Is Recorded’only by Emily Dickinson 553 One Crucifixion is recorded’—only How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics’— Or History’—
Once More, my Now Bewildered Dove by Emily Dickinson 48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee Her troubled question flings—
Life II. Our share of night to bear (113) by Emily Dickinson OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, 1
If Pain for Peace Prepares by Emily Dickinson 63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,