Emily Dickinson Poems - 600-699
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- It troubled me as once I was -- -600-
- A still -- Volcano -- Life -- -601-
- Of Brussels -- it was not -- -602-
- He found my Being -- set it up -- -603-
- Unto my Books -- so good to turn -- -604-
- The Spider holds a Silver Ball -605-
- The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- -606-
- Of nearness to her sundered Things -607-
- Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? -608-
- I Years had been from Home -609-
- You'll find -- it when you try to die -- -610-
- I see thee better -- in the Dark -- -611-
- It would have starved a Gnat -- -612-
- They shut me up in Prose -- -613-
- In falling Timbers buried -- -614-
- Our journey had advanced -- -615-
- I rose -- because He sank -- -616-
- Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- -617-
- At leisure is the Soul -618-
- Glee -- The great storm is over -- -619-
- It makes no difference abroad -- -620-
- I asked no other thing -- -621-
- To know just how He suffered -- would be dear -- -622-
- It was too late for Man -- -623-
- Forever -- it composed of Nows -- -624-
- 'Twas a long Parting -- but the time -625-
- Only God -- detect the Sorrow -- -626-
- The Tint I cannot take -- is best -- -627-
- They called me to the Window, for -628-
- I watched the Moon around the House -629-
- The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- -630-
- Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear -- -631-
- The Brain -- is wider than the Sky -- -632-
- When Bells stop ringing -- Church -- begins -633-
- You'll know Her -- by Her Foot -- -634-
- I think the longest Hour of all -635-
- The Way I read a Letter's -- this -- -636-
- The Child's faith is new -- -637-
- To my small Hearth His fire came -- -638-
- My Portion is Defeat -- today -- -639-
- I cannot live with You -- -640-
- Size circumscribes -- it has no room -641-
- Me from Myself -- to banish -- -642-
- I could suffice for Him, I knew -- -643-
- You left me -- Sire -- two Legacies -- -644-
- Bereavement in their death to feel -645-
- I think to Live -- may be a Bliss -646-
- A little Road -- not made of Man -- -647-
- Promise This -- When You be Dying -- -648-
- Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead -649-
- Pain -- has an Element of Blank -- -650-
- So much Summer -651-
- A Prison gets to be a friend -- -652-
- Of Being is a Bird -653-
- A long -- long Sleep -- A famous -- Sleep -- -654-
- Without this -- there is nought -- -655-
- The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" -- -656-
- I dwell in Possibility -- -657-
- Whole Gulfs -- of Red, and Fleets -- of Red -- -658-
- That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, -659-
- 'Tis good -- the looking back on Grief -- -660-
- Could I but ride indefinite -661-
- Embarrassment of one another -662-
- Again -- his voice is at the door -- -663-
- Of all the Souls that stand create -- -664-
- Dropped into the Ether Acre -- -665-
- Ah, Teneriffe! -666-
- Bloom upon the Mountain -- stated -- -667-
- "Nature" is what we see -- -668-
- No Romance sold unto -669-
- One need not be a Chamber -- to be Haunted -- -670-
- She dwelleth in the Ground -- -671-
- The Future -- never spoke -- -672-
- The Love a Life can show Below -673-
- The Soul that hath a Guest -674-
- Essential Oils -- are wrung -- -675-
- Least Bee that brew -- -676-
- To be alive -- is Power -- -677-
- Wolfe demanded during dying -678-
- Conscious am I in my Chamber, -679-
- Each Life Converges to some Centre -- -680-
- Soil of Flint, if steady tilled -- -681-
- 'Twould ease -- a Butterfly -- -682-
- The Soul unto itself -683-
- Best Gains -- must have the Losses' Test -- -684-
- Not "Revelation" -- 'tis -- that waits, -685-
- They say that "Time assuages" -- -686-
- I'll send the feather from my Hat! -687-
- "Speech" -- is a prank of Parliament -- -688-
- The Zeroes -- taught us -- Phosphorous -- -689-
- Victory comes late -- -690-
- Would you like summer? Taste of ours. -691-
- The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still -692-
- Shells from the Coast mistaking -- -693-
- The Heaven vests for Each -694-
- As if the Sea should part -695-
- Their Height in Heaven comforts not -- -696-
- I could bring You Jewels -- had I a mind to -- -697-
- Life -- is what we make of it -- -698-
- The Judge is like the Owl -- -699-
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