Poems
Category Poems -
I tend my flowers for thee
By Emily Dickinson
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --
By Emily Dickinson
Their Height in Heaven comforts not --
By Emily Dickinson
"Faith" is a fine invention
By Emily Dickinson
How know it from a Summer's Day?
By Emily Dickinson
We grow accustomed to the Dark
By Emily Dickinson
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education
By Emily Dickinson
Some, too fragile for winter winds
By Emily Dickinson
Great Streets of silence led away
By Emily Dickinson
If I could bribe them by a Rose
By Emily Dickinson
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
By Emily Dickinson
Pain has but one Acquaintance
By Emily Dickinson
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