Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Savior! I’ve no one else to tell
• science—so the Savants say, A
• Sea said “Come” to the Brook—, The
• Secret told, A
• Secrets is a daily word
• sepal, petal, and a thorn, A
• September’s Baccalaureate
• Service without Hope, The
• Severer Service of myself
• Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here
• Shade upon the mind there passes, A
• shady friend—for Torrid days, A
• Shall I take thee, the Poet said
• Shame is the shawl of Pink
• She bore it till the simple veins
• She could not live upon the Past
• She dealt her pretty words like Blades
• She died at play
• She died—this was the way she died
• She dwelleth in the Ground
• She hideth Her the last
• She laid her docile Crescent down
• She lay as if at play
• She rose as high as His Occasion
• She rose to His Requirement

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