Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Test of Love—is Death, The
• Than Heaven more remote
• That after Horror—that ’twas us
• That Distance was between Us
• That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
• That I did always love
• That is solemn we have ended
• That it will never come again
• That Love is all there is
• That odd old man is dead a year—
• That sacred Closet when you sweep—
• That she forgot me was the least
• That short—potential stir
• That Such have died enable Us
• That this should feel the need of Death
• Their Barricade against the Sky
• Their dappled importunity
• Their Height in Heaven comforts not
• Themself are all I have—
• There are two Ripenings—one—of sight
• There came a Day at Summer’s full
• There came a Wind like a Bugle—
• There comes a warning like a spy
• There comes an hour when begging stops
• There is a finished feeling

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