The Birds Begun at Four O’Clock par Emily Dickinson 783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
Heaven Has Different Signs’to Me par Emily Dickinson “Heaven” has different Signs’—to Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place’— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl
We’bee and I’live by the Quaffing par Emily Dickinson 230 We’—Bee and I’—live by the quaffi ’Tisn’t all Hock’—with us’— Life has its Ale’— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu
No Crowd That Has Occurred par Emily Dickinson 515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
Love Reckons by Itself’alone par Emily Dickinson 826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring par Emily Dickinson A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr In contrast with the things that s Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
The Savior Must Have Been a Docile Gentleman (1487) par Emily Dickinson The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman’— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen’— The Road to Bethlehem
She Sped as Petals of a Rose par Emily Dickinson 991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
LIfe XLV. Delight becomes pictorial (572) par Emily Dickinson DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountain at a given distance
I Dreaded That First Robin, So par Emily Dickinson 348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though—
