Poems
Category Poems -
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
By Emily Dickinson
It sounded as if the Streets were running
By Emily Dickinson
The Sun and Moon must make their haste --
By Emily Dickinson
The good Will of a Flower
By Emily Dickinson
A happy lip -- breaks sudden
By Emily Dickinson
We talked as Girls do --
By Emily Dickinson
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
By Emily Dickinson
To her derided Home
By Emily Dickinson
One Day is there of the Series
By Emily Dickinson
The Veins of other Flowers
By Emily Dickinson
I know of people in the Grave
By Emily Dickinson
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
By Emily Dickinson
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