Poems by Emily Dickinson

• Way I read a Letter’s—this, The
• Way to know the Bobolink, The
• We can but follow to the Sun
• We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
• We do not know the time we lose—
• We do not play on Graves
• We don’t cry—Tim and I
• We dream—it is good we are dreaming
• We grow accustomed to the Dark
• We introduce ourselves
• We knew not that we were to live—
• We learn it in Retreating
• We learned the Whole of Love
• We like a Hairbreadth ’scape
• We like March
• We lose—because we win
• We met as Sparks—Diverging Flints
• We miss a Kinsman more
• We miss Her, not because We see
• We never know how high we are
• We never know we go when we are going—
• We outgrow love, like other things
• We play at Paste
• We pray—to Heaven
• We see—Comparatively

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