Publication—is the Auction by Emily Dickinson Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
It stole along so stealthy by Emily Dickinson It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
September’s Baccalaureate by Emily Dickinson September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
My Friend Must Be a Bird by Emily Dickinson 92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
Under the Light, Yet Under by Emily Dickinson 949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
To Mend Each Tattered Faith by Emily Dickinson To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
They Called Me to the Window, For by Emily Dickinson 628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
If What we could—were what we would— by Emily Dickinson 407 If What we could—were what we wou Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
’Twas the Old’road’through Pain by Emily Dickinson 344 ’Twas the old’—road’—through pain’ That unfrequented’—one’— With many a turn’—and thorn’— That stops’—at Heaven’—
He Who in Himself Believes by Emily Dickinson 969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
