The Wind Didn’T Come From the Orchard’today by Emily Dickinson 316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc Further than that’— Nor stop to play with the Hay’— Nor joggle a Hat’—
When Roses Cease to Bloom, Sir by Emily Dickinson 32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
As If the Sea Should Part by Emily Dickinson 695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
A Nearness to Tremendousness by Emily Dickinson 963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
May-Flower by Emily Dickinson Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
The Sky Is Low, the Clouds Are Mean, by Emily Dickinson The sky is low, the clouds are mea A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
She’s Happy, With a New Content by Emily Dickinson 535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
Mine enemy is growing old by Emily Dickinson MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
The Province of the Saved by Emily Dickinson 539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel The Science of the Grave
So Has a Daisy Vanished by Emily Dickinson 28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—