| 1 | There is another sky |
| 2 | I'm Nobody! Who are you? |
| 3 | Because I could not stop for Death |
| 4 | Nobody knows this little Rose |
| 5 | I started Early -- Took my Dog -- |
| 6 | Awake ye muses nine |
| 7 | If I can stop one Heart from breaking |
| 8 | My life closed twice before its close -- |
| 9 | Heart! We will forget him! |
| 10 | A narrow Fellow in the Grass |
| 11 | I never saw a Moor -- |
| 12 | I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died |
| 13 | "Hope" is the thing with feathers |
| 14 | I died for Beauty -- but was scarce |
| 15 | The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- |
| 16 | Through the Dark Sod -- as Education |
| 17 | You love me -- you are sure |
| 18 | Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- |
| 19 | The Red -- Blaze -- is the Morning |
| 20 | A slash of Blue |
| 21 | Success is counted sweetest |
| 22 | The Soul selects her own Society |
| 23 | A Route of Evanescence |
| 24 | I taste a liquor never brewed |
| 25 | If I should die, |
| 26 | "Sic transit gloria mundi" |
| 27 | I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, |
| 28 | Much Madness is divinest Sense |
| 29 | One Sister have I in our house |
| 30 | There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, |
| 31 | There is a solitude of space |
| 32 | This is my letter to the World |
| 33 | "Faith" is a fine invention |
| 34 | There's a certain Slant of light, |
| 35 | We never know how high we are |
| 36 | After great pain, a formal feeling comes |
| 37 | If those I loved were lost |
| 38 | There is a word |
| 39 | Wild Nights -- Wild Nights! |
| 40 | "Sic transit gloria mundi" |
| 41 | Apparently with no surprise |
| 42 | It was not Death, for I stood up, |
| 43 | We lose -- because we win |
| 44 | Fame is a bee. |
| 45 | I have a Bird in spring |
| 46 | Snow flakes. |
| 47 | How happy is the little Stone |
| 48 | I cannot live with You -- |
| 49 | I like to see it lap the Miles -- |
| 50 | If you were coming in the Fall, |
| 51 | My Life had stood -- a Loaded Gun -- |
| 52 | Some keep the Sabbath going to Church |
| 53 | Going to Heaven! |
| 54 | I'll tell you how the Sun rose |
| 55 | Safe in their Alabaster Chambers |
| 56 | Sleep is supposed to be |
| 57 | The Bustle in a House |
| 58 | This World is not Conclusion. |
| 59 | To see the Summer Sky |
| 60 | Water, is taught by thirst. |
| 61 | A Bird came down the Walk |
| 62 | A Route of Evanescence |
| 63 | I dreaded that first Robin, so, |
| 64 | I never lost as much but twice |
| 65 | I robbed the Woods |
| 66 | It sifts from Leaden Sieves |
| 67 | On this wondrous sea |
| 68 | The Guest is gold and crimson |
| 69 | A word is dead |
| 70 | Ample make this Bed -- |
| 71 | Frequently the wood are pink |
| 72 | He ate and drank the precious Words -- |
| 73 | I never told the buried gold |
| 74 | It's all I have to bring today |
| 75 | My wheel is in the dark! |
| 76 | She died -- this was the way she died. |
| 77 | She sweeps with many-colored Brooms |
| 78 | That after Horror -- that 'twas us |
| 79 | "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! |
| 80 | Angels, in the early morning |
| 81 | Baffled for just a day or two |
| 82 | Bring me the sunset in a cup, |
| 83 | Death sets a Thing significant |
| 84 | Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge |
| 85 | I measure every Grief I meet |
| 86 | Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- |
| 87 | The Moon was but a Chin of Gold |
| 88 | The only Ghost I ever saw |
| 89 | When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, |
| 90 | 'Twas just this time, last year, I died. |
| 91 | A sepal, petal, and a thorn |
| 92 | At Half past Three, a single Bird |
| 93 | Before the ice is in the pools |
| 94 | Death is a Dialogue between |
| 95 | Drowning is not so pitiful |
| 96 | God is indeed a jealous God -- |
| 97 | I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- |
| 98 | I had been hungry, all the Years -- |
| 99 | I'm "wife" -- I've finished that |
| 100 | If this is "fading" |
| 101 | In this short Life |
| 102 | Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is, |
| 103 | Papa above! |
| 104 | So has a Daisy vanished |
| 105 | The morns are meeker than they were |
| 106 | The Sun in reigning to the West |
| 107 | There came a Wind like a Bugle -- |
| 108 | These are the days when Birds come back |
| 109 | We grow accustomed to the Dark |
| 110 | 'Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe -- |
| 111 | A fuzzy fellow, without feet, |
| 112 | A Light exists in Spring |
| 113 | A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest |
| 114 | Adrift! A little boat adrift! |
| 115 | Behind Me -- dips Eternity -- |
| 116 | Could live -- did live |
| 117 | Crumbling is not an instant's Act |
| 118 | Fame is a fickle food |
| 119 | I dwell in Possibility -- |
| 120 | I had a guinea golden |
| 121 | I met a King this afternoon! |
| 122 | I took my power in my hand |
| 123 | Is it too late to touch you, Dear? |
| 124 | Jesus! thy Crucifix |
| 125 | My friend must be a Bird |
| 126 | My River runs to thee |
| 127 | Our lives are Swiss |
| 128 | Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. |
| 129 | The earth has many keys, |
| 130 | The Heart asks Pleasure -- first -- |
| 131 | The rainbow never tells me |
| 132 | The saddest noise, the sweetest noise, |
| 133 | The Soul's Superior instants |
| 134 | The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for |
| 135 | There is no Frigate like a Book |
| 136 | There's something quieter than sleep |
| 137 | They might not need me -- yet they might -- |
| 138 | To fight aloud, is very brave |
| 139 | To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- |
| 140 | We outgrow love, like other things |
| 141 | What is -- "Paradise" |
| 142 | Within my reach! |
| 143 | "Heavenly Father" -- take to thee |
| 144 | A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! |
| 145 | A poor -- torn heart -- a tattered heart |
| 146 | A transport one cannot contain |
| 147 | Ah, Teneriffe! |
| 148 | All but Death, can be Adjusted -- |
| 149 | Are Friends Delight or Pain? |
| 150 | As imperceptibly as Grief |
| 151 | Bee! I'm expecting you! |
| 152 | Between the form of Life and Life |
| 153 | Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple |
| 154 | Departed -- to the Judgment -- |
| 155 | Did life's penurious length |
| 156 | Dying! Dying in the night! |
| 157 | Elysium is as far as to |
| 158 | Exultation is the going |
| 159 | Forever at His side to walk |
| 160 | God gave a Loaf to every Bird -- |
| 161 | Going to Him! Happy letter! |
| 162 | Good night, because we must, |
| 163 | He fumbles at your Soul |
| 164 | He put the Belt around my life |
| 165 | Her -- "last Poems" |
| 166 | Her breast is fit for pearls, |
| 167 | How many times these low feet staggered |
| 168 | I am alive -- I guess |
| 169 | I can't tell you -- but you feel it |
| 170 | I felt my life with both my hands |
| 171 | I haven't told my garden yet |
| 172 | I held a Jewel in my fingers |
| 173 | I hide myself within my flower, |
| 174 | I like a look of Agony, |
| 175 | I never hear the word "escape" |
| 176 | I often passed the village |
| 177 | I see thee better -- in the Dark -- |
| 178 | I should not dare to leave my friend, |
| 179 | I sing to use the Waiting |
| 180 | I stole them from a Bee |
| 181 | I went to Heaven |
| 182 | I would distil a cup |
| 183 | I would not paint -- a picture -- |
| 184 | I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- |
| 185 | If I shouldn't be alive |
| 186 | If recollecting were forgetting, |
| 187 | If your Nerve, deny you |
| 188 | Is it true, dear Sue? |
| 189 | Like her the Saints retire, |
| 190 | Love -- is anterior to Life -- |
| 191 | Love's stricken "why" |
| 192 | Many a phrase has the English language |
| 193 | Mine Enemy is growing old -- |
| 194 | My friend attacks my friend! |
| 195 | Of all the Souls that stand create -- |
| 196 | Oh, honey of an hour, |
| 197 | On such a night, or such a night, |
| 198 | Once more, my now bewildered Dove |
| 199 | Poor little Heart! |
| 200 | Publication -- is the Auction |
| 201 | Put up my lute! |
| 202 | Sang from the Heart, Sire, |
| 203 | Severer Service of myself |
| 204 | She slept beneath a tree |
| 205 | So bashful when I spied her! |
| 206 | So give me back to Death -- |
| 207 | Some say goodnight -- at night -- |
| 208 | Sunset at Night -- is natural |
| 209 | Surgeons must be very careful |
| 210 | That it will never come again |
| 211 | The Bee is not afraid of me. |
| 212 | The Definition of Beauty is |
| 213 | The difference between Despair |
| 214 | The farthest Thunder that I heard |
| 215 | The feet of people walking home |
| 216 | The Grass so little has to do |
| 217 | The largest Fire ever known |
| 218 | The mob within the heart |
| 219 | The Voice that stands for Floods to me |
| 220 | The Work of Her that went, |
| 221 | There is a morn by men unseen |
| 222 | This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies |
| 223 | This was a Poet -- It is That |
| 224 | Those final Creatures, -- who they are -- |
| 225 | Through lane it lay -- through bramble |
| 226 | Through those old Grounds of memory, |
| 227 | Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord, |
| 228 | Unable are the Loved to die |
| 229 | We should not mind so small a flower |
| 230 | We talked as Girls do -- |
| 231 | What Soft -- Cherubic Creatures |
| 232 | What tenements of clover |
| 233 | When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, |
| 234 | Where I have lost, I softer tread |
| 235 | Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss |
| 236 | Will there really be a "Morning"? |
| 237 | Witchcraft was hung, in History, |
| 238 | You cannot put a Fire out -- |
| 239 | You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- |
| 240 | "And with what body do they come?" -- |
| 241 | "Arcturus" is his other name |
| 242 | "Faithful to the end" Amended |
| 243 | "Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me |
| 244 | "Why do I love" You, Sir? |
| 245 | 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so |
| 246 | 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! |
| 247 | 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room |
| 248 | 'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch, |
| 249 | 'Twas such a little -- little boat |
| 250 | A Charm invests a face |
| 251 | A Diamond on the Hand |
| 252 | A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- |
| 253 | A great Hope fell |
| 254 | A happy lip -- breaks sudden |
| 255 | A Lady red -- amid the Hill |
| 256 | A little East of Jordan, |
| 257 | A little Madness in the Spring |
| 258 | A little Snow was here and there |
| 259 | A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- |
| 260 | A Prison gets to be a friend -- |
| 261 | A Secret told |
| 262 | A shady friend -- for Torrid days |
| 263 | A single Screw of Flesh |
| 264 | A Thought went up my mind today -- |
| 265 | A Tooth upon Our Peace |
| 266 | A World made penniless by that departure |
| 267 | Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? |
| 268 | After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside -- |
| 269 | Ah, Necromancy Sweet! |
| 270 | All that I do |
| 271 | All these my banners be. |
| 272 | Alter! When the Hills do -- |
| 273 | Always Mine! |
| 274 | An altered look about the hills |
| 275 | An honest Tear |
| 276 | An Hour is a Sea |
| 277 | And this of all my Hopes |
| 278 | As by the dead we love to sit, |
| 279 | As if some little Arctic flower |
| 280 | As Summer into Autumn slips |
| 281 | As Watchers hang upon the East, |
| 282 | Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is -- |
| 283 | Best Witchcraft is Geometry |
| 284 | Between My Country -- and the Others -- |
| 285 | Birthday of but a single pang |
| 286 | Bless God, he went as soldiers, |
| 287 | Bliss is the plaything of the child -- |
| 288 | Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru -- |
| 289 | By Chivalries as tiny, |
| 290 | By such and such an offering |
| 291 | Circumference thou Bride of Awe |
| 292 | Cocoon above! Cocoon below! |
| 293 | Conferring with myself |
| 294 | Dear March -- Come in -- |
| 295 | Defrauded I a Butterfly -- |
| 296 | Dew -- is the Freshet in the Grass -- |
| 297 | Distrustful of the Gentian |
| 298 | Doom is the House without the Door |
| 299 | Dust is the only Secret |
| 300 | Each Scar I'll keep for Him |
| 301 | Except to Heaven, she is nought. |
| 302 | Exhilaration is the Breeze |
| 303 | Fame is the one that does not stay -- |
| 304 | Few, yet enough, |
| 305 | Floss won't save you from an Abyss |
| 306 | Flowers -- Well -- if anybody |
| 307 | Follow wise Orion |
| 308 | For each ecstatic instant |
| 309 | From Blank to Blank -- |
| 310 | Garland for Queens, may be |
| 311 | Glee -- The great storm is over -- |
| 312 | God is a distant -- stately Lover |
| 313 | God permits industrious Angels |
| 314 | Good Morning -- Midnight |
| 315 | Good Night! Which put the Candle out? |
| 316 | Gratitude -- is not the mention |
| 317 | Great Streets of silence led away |
| 318 | Have you got a Brook in your little heart, |
| 319 | He who in Himself believes -- |
| 320 | Heart, not so heavy as mine |
| 321 | Heaven is so far of the Mind |
| 322 | Her face was in a bed of hair, |
| 323 | His Heart was darker than the starless night |
| 324 | Hope is a strange invention -- |
| 325 | How brittle are the Piers |
| 326 | How Human Nature dotes |
| 327 | How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights -- |
| 328 | How soft a Caterpillar steps -- |
| 329 | How soft this Prison is |
| 330 | I asked no other thing -- |
| 331 | I could suffice for Him, I knew -- |
| 332 | I fear a Man of frugal Speech -- |
| 333 | I fit for them -- |
| 334 | I gave myself to Him -- |
| 335 | I got so I could take his name |
| 336 | I have a King, who does not speak |
| 337 | I have no Life but this -- |
| 338 | I keep my pledge. |
| 339 | I know lives, I could miss |
| 340 | I know some lonely Houses off the Road |
| 341 | I know that He exists. |
| 342 | I many times thought Peace had come |
| 343 | I never felt at Home -- Below |
| 344 | I reason, Earth is short |
| 345 | I see thee clearer for the Grave |
| 346 | I send Two Sunsets |
| 347 | I shall keep singing! |
| 348 | I worked for chaff and earning Wheat |
| 349 | I Years had been from Home |
| 350 | I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today -- |
| 351 | I've known a Heaven, like a Tent |
| 352 | Ideals are the Fairly Oil |
| 353 | If all the griefs I am to have |
| 354 | If ever the lid gets off my head |
| 355 | If I could bribe them by a Rose |
| 356 | If I should cease to bring a Rose |
| 357 | If Nature smiles -- the Mother must |
| 358 | If pain for peace prepares |
| 359 | In Ebon Box, when years have flown |
| 360 | In rags mysterious as these |
| 361 | In snow thou comest -- |
| 362 | In Winter in my Room |
| 363 | Inconceivably solemn! |
| 364 | Is Immortality a bane |
| 365 | It did not surprise me |
| 366 | It don't sound so terrible -- quite -- as it did |
| 367 | It feels a shame to be Alive |
| 368 | It is easy to work when the soul is at play |
| 369 | It might be lonelier |
| 370 | It was too late for Man -- |
| 371 | It's such a little thing to weep |
| 372 | Least Rivers -- docile to some sea |
| 373 | Lest they should come -- is all my fear |
| 374 | Let me not mar that perfect Dream |
| 375 | Like eyes that looked on Wastes |
| 376 | Like Rain it sounded till it curved |
| 377 | Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush |
| 378 | Long Years apart -- can make no |
| 379 | Me prove it now -- Whoever doubt |
| 380 | Meeting by Accident, |
| 381 | More than the Grave is closed to me -- |
| 382 | Morns like these -- we parted |
| 383 | Musicians wrestle everywhere |
| 384 | My Cocoon tightens -- Colors tease -- |
| 385 | My Heart ran so to thee |
| 386 | My Maker -- let me be |
| 387 | My nosegays are for Captives |
| 388 | My Soul -- accused me -- And I quailed -- |
| 389 | Never for Society |
| 390 | No Life can pompless pass away -- |
| 391 | No matter -- now -- Sweet -- |
| 392 | No matter where the Saints abide, |
| 393 | No Notice gave She, but a Change -- |
| 394 | Not that he goes -- we love him more |
| 395 | Not to discover weakness is |
| 396 | Now I lay thee down to Sleep -- |
| 397 | Of Consciousness, her awful Mate |
| 398 | Of Course -- I prayed |
| 399 | Of so divine a Loss |
| 400 | On a Columnar Self -- |
| 401 | One Life of so much Consequence! |
| 402 | One Year ago -- jots what? |
| 403 | Our journey had advanced -- |
| 404 | Over the fence |
| 405 | Partake as doth the Bee, |
| 406 | Patience -- has a quiet Outer -- |
| 407 | Perception of an object costs |
| 408 | Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, |
| 409 | Praise it -- 'tis dead -- |
| 410 | Prayer is the little implement |
| 411 | Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it, |
| 412 | Purple -- is fashionable twice -- |
| 413 | Rearrange a "Wife's" affection! |
| 414 | Savior! I've no one else to tell |
| 415 | She bore it till the simple veins |
| 416 | She died at play, |
| 417 | She laid her docile Crescent down |
| 418 | She went as quiet as the Dew |
| 419 | Shells from the Coast mistaking -- |
| 420 | So from the mould |
| 421 | So I pull my Stockings off |
| 422 | So proud she was to die |
| 423 | Soft as the massacre of Suns |
| 424 | Some things that fly there be |
| 425 | Sometimes with the Heart |
| 426 | Soul, take thy risk. |
| 427 | Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music -- |
| 428 | Summer -- we all have seen -- |
| 429 | That I did always love |
| 430 | That is solemn we have ended |
| 431 | That Love is all there is, |
| 432 | The Butterfly's Numidian Gown |
| 433 | The distance that the dead have gone |
| 434 | The Doomed -- regard the Sunrise |
| 435 | The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea |
| 436 | The fairest Home I ever knew |
| 437 | The first Day that I was a Life |
| 438 | The Flake the Wind exasperate |
| 439 | The Flower must not blame the Bee |
| 440 | The Gentian weaves her fringes |
| 441 | The going from a world we know |
| 442 | The healed Heart shows its shallow scar |
| 443 | The last Night that She lived |
| 444 | The Life that tied too tight escapes |
| 445 | The longest day that God appoints |
| 446 | The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- |
| 447 | The murmuring of Bees, has ceased |
| 448 | The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- |
| 449 | The nearest Dream recedes -- unrealized |
| 450 | The parasol is the umbrella's daughter, |
| 451 | The Road to Paradise is plain, |
| 452 | The Rose did caper on her cheek |
| 453 | The Sky is low -- the Clouds are mean. |
| 454 | The Soul has Bandaged moments -- |
| 455 | The Spider as an Artist |
| 456 | The spry Arms of the Wind |
| 457 | The Sun is gay or stark |
| 458 | The Sun kept stooping -- stooping -- low! |
| 459 | The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- |
| 460 | The Whole of it came not at once -- |
| 461 | The Wind -- tapped like a tired Man |
| 462 | The Wind begun to rock the Grass |
| 463 | The words the happy say |
| 464 | The worthlessness of Earthly things |
| 465 | There are two Mays |
| 466 | There came a Day at Summer's full |
| 467 | There is a finished feeling |
| 468 | There is a June when Corn is cut |
| 469 | There is no Silence in the Earth -- so silent |
| 470 | They dropped like Flakes |
| 471 | This -- is the land -- the Sunset washes |
| 472 | This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life |
| 473 | This heart that broke so long |
| 474 | This was in the White of the Year -- |
| 475 | Those -- dying then, |
| 476 | To be alive -- is Power -- |
| 477 | To die -- takes just a little while |
| 478 | To help our Bleaker Parts |
| 479 | To lose thee -- sweeter than to gain |
| 480 | To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, |
| 481 | To make Routine a Stimulus |
| 482 | To mend each tattered Faith |
| 483 | To undertake is to achieve |
| 484 | Too happy Time dissolves itself |
| 485 | Two butterflies went out at Noon -- |
| 486 | Uncertain lease -- develops lustre |
| 487 | Unto a broken heart |
| 488 | Volcanoes be in Sicily |
| 489 | We don't cry -- Tim and I, |
| 490 | We dream -- it is good we are dreaming -- |
| 491 | Went up a year this evening! |
| 492 | What Inn is this |
| 493 | What we see we know somewhat |
| 494 | Whether my bark went down at sea |
| 495 | Which is best? Heaven -- |
| 496 | Which misses most, |
| 497 | Who never lost, are unprepared |
| 498 | Whose cheek is this? |
| 499 | Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? |
| 500 | Would you like summer? Taste of ours. |
| 501 | "Go tell it" -- What a Message -- |
| 502 | "Go travelling with us!" |
| 503 | "Heaven" has different Signs -- to me -- |
| 504 | "Houses" -- so the Wise Men tell me |
| 505 | "I want" -- it pleaded -- All its life -- |
| 506 | "Lethe" in my flower, |
| 507 | "Morning" -- means "Milking" -- to the Farmer |
| 508 | "Nature" is what we see -- |
| 509 | "Remember me" implored the Thief! |
| 510 | "Secrets" is a daily word |
| 511 | "Sown in dishonor"! |
| 512 | "Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- |
| 513 | "They have not chosen me," he said, |
| 514 | "Tomorrow" -- whose location |
| 515 | "Unto Me?" I do not know you -- |
| 516 | "Was not" was all the Statement. |
| 517 | 'Tis Anguish grander than Delight |
| 518 | 'Tis customary as we part |
| 519 | 'Tis easier to pity those when dead |
| 520 | 'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- |
| 521 | 'Tis little I -- could care for Pearls |
| 522 | 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun |
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