For Every Bird a Nest by Emily Dickinson 143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou Wherefore when boughs are free— 1
Prayer Is the Little Implement by Emily Dickinson 437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
One Anguish’in a Crowd by Emily Dickinson 565 One Anguish’—in a Crowd’— A Minor thing’—it sounds’— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
A South Wind—has a pathos by Emily Dickinson 719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
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,
The Murmur of a Bee by Emily Dickinson 155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
Because I Could Not Stop for Death by Emily Dickinson Because I could not stop for Deat He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds by Emily Dickinson 141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros Before their feet are cold.
What Would I Give to See His Face? by Emily Dickinson 247 What would I give to see his face I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
Why Do I Love You, Sir? by Emily Dickinson “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.