Till Death’is Narrow Loving par Emily Dickinson 907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
We Do Not Play on Graves par Emily Dickinson 467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
A Light Exists in Spring par Emily Dickinson A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
To One Denied the Drink par Emily Dickinson 490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
Witchcraft Has Not a Pedigree par Emily Dickinson Witchcraft has not a pedigree, ‘Tis early as our breath, And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death.
Life XXXV. I can wade grief par Emily Dickinson Part One: Life I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that. But the least push of joy
As Plan for Noon and Plan for Night par Emily Dickinson 960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
Partake as Doth the Bee par Emily Dickinson 994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
The Wind Didn’T Come From the Orchard’today par 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’—
Like Eyes That Looked on Wastes par Emily Dickinson 458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—