Poems by Emily Dickinson

• In thy long Paradise of Light
• In Winter in my Room
• incidents of love, The
• Inconceivably solemn!
• Infinite a sudden Guest, The
• inundation of the Spring, The
• Is Bliss then, such Abyss
• Is Heaven a Physician?
• Is Immortality a bane
• Is it dead—Find it
• Is it too late to touch you, Dear?
• Is it true, dear Sue?
• It always felt to me—a wrong
• It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon
• It came at last but prompter Death
• It came his turn to beg—
• It can’t be “Summer”!
• It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
• It did not surprise me
• It don’t sound so terrible—quite—as it did
• It dropped so low—in my Regard
• It feels a shame to be Alive
• It is a lonesome Glee
• It is an honorable Thought
• It is easy to work when the soul is at play

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