Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Snow that never drifts—, The
• So bashful when I spied her!
• So from the mould
• So gay a Flower
• So give me back to Death—
• So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem
• So has a Daisy vanished
• So I pull my Stockings off
• So large my Will
• So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
• So much Summer
• So proud she was to die
• So set its Sun in Thee
• So the Eyes accost—and sunder
• So well that I can live without
• Society for me my misery
• Soft as the massacre of Suns
• soft Sea washed around the House, A
• Softened by Time’s consummate plush
• Soil of Flint, if steady tilled
• Solemn thing within the Soul, A
• solemn thing—it was—I said, A
• Some Arrows slay but whom they strike—
• Some Days retired from the rest
• Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

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