Poems by Emily Dickinson

• These Strangers, in a foreign World
• These tested Our Horizon
• These—saw Visions
• They ask but our Delight
• They called me to the Window, for
• They dropped like Flakes
• They have a little Odor—that to me
• They have not chosen me, he said
• They leave us with the Infinite
• They might not need me—yet they might—
• They put Us far apart
• They say that “Time assuages”
• They shut me up in Prose
• They talk as slow as Legends grow
• They won’t frown always—some sweet Day
• Things that never can come back, are several—, The
• things we thought that we should do, The
• This Bauble was preferred of Bees
• This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
• This Consciousness that is aware
• This dirty—little—Heart
• This docile one inter
• This Dust, and its Feature
• This heart that broke so long
• This is a Blossom of the Brain

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