Because I could not stop for Death (479) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Because I could not stop for Death (479) Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I …

Come Slowly—Eden (211) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Come Slowly—Eden (211) Come slowly—Eden Lips unused to Thee— Bashful—sip thy Jessamines As the fainting Bee—Reaching late his flower Round her chamber hums— Counts his nectars— Enters—and is lost in Balms

Hope is the thing with feathers is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Hope is the thing with feathers Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That …

To make a prairie (1755) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. To make a prairie (1755) To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

The Soul unto itself (683) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Soul unto itself The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend — Or the most agonizing Spy — An Enemy — could send –Secure against its own — No treason it can fear — Itself — its Sovereign — of itself The …

There is no frigate like a book is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. There is no frigate like a book There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How …

There’s a certain Slant of light (258) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. There’s a certain Slant of light (258) There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes –Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, …

Fame is a fickle food is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Fame is a fickle food Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic caw Flap past it to the Farmer’s Corn – Men …

If I should die is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. If I should die If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,— One might depart …

We never know how high we are is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. We never know how high we are We never know how high we are Till we are asked to rise And then if we are true to plan Our statures touch the skies —The Heroism we recite Would be a normal …