Within my Garden, Rides a Bird by Emily Dickinson 500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
Severer Service of Myself by Emily Dickinson 786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
These Are the Days When Birds Come Back by Emily Dickinson 130 These are the days when Birds com A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu
The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune by Emily Dickinson 285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
It Was Too Late for Man by Emily Dickinson 623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
Only God’detect the Sorrow by Emily Dickinson 626 Only God’—detect the Sorrow’— Only God’— The Jehovahs’—are no Babblers’— Unto God’—
Life XXIV. Whether my bark went down at sea (52) by Emily Dickinson WHETHER my bark went down at se Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails; By what mystic mooring
703 Out of sight? What of that? by Emily Dickinson Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
A Moth the Hue of This by Emily Dickinson 841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
It sounded as if the Streets were running by Emily Dickinson It sounded as if the Streets were And then– the Streets stood stil Eclipse - was all we could see at And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out