Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Four: Time and Eternity
- One dignity delays for all
- Delayed till she had ceased to know
- Departed to the judgment
- Safe in their alabaster chambers
- On this long storm the rainbow rose
- My cocoon tightens, colors tease
- Exultation is the going
- Look back on time with kindly eyes
- A train went through a burial gate
- I died for beauty, but was scarce
- How many times these low feet staggered
- I like a look of agony
- That short, potential stir
- I went to thank her
- I ’ve seen a dying eye
- The clouds their backs together laid
- I never saw a moor
- God permits industrious angels
- To know just how he suffered would be dear
- The last night that she lived
- Not in this world to see his face
- The bustle in a house
- I reason, earth is short
- Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
- The sun kept setting, setting still
- Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
- Because I could not stop for Death
- She went as quiet as the dew
- At last to be identified!
- Except to heaven, she is nought
- Death is a dialogue between
- It was too late for man
- When I was small, a woman died
- The daisy follows soft the sun
- No rack can torture me
- I lost a world the other day
- If I should n’t be alive
- Sleep is supposed to be
- I shall know why, when time is over
- I never lost as much but twice
- Let down the bars, O Death!
- Going to heaven!
- At least to pray is left, is left
- Step lightly on this narrow spot!
- Morns like these we parted
- A death-blow is a life-blow to some
- I read my sentence steadily
- I have not told my garden yet
- They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars
- The only ghost I ever saw
- Some, too fragile for winter winds
- As by the dead we love to sit
- Death sets a thing significant
- I went to heaven
- Their height in heaven comforts not
- There is a shame of nobleness
- A triumph may be of several kinds
- Pompless no life can pass away
- I noticed people disappeared
- I had no cause to be awake
- If anybody’s friend be dead
- Our journey had advanced
- Ample make this bed
- On such a night, or such a night
- Essential oils are wrung
- I lived on dread; to those who know
- If I should die
- Her final summer was it
- One need not be a chamber to be haunted
- She died,—this was the way she died
- Wait till the majesty of Death
- Went up a year this evening!
- Taken from men this morning
- What inn is this
- It was not death, for I stood up
- I should not dare to leave my friend
- Great streets of silence led away
- A throe upon the features
- Of tribulation these are they
- I think just how my shape will rise
- After a hundred years
- Lay this laurel on the one
- This world is not conclusion
- We learn in the retreating
- They say that ‘time assuages’
- We cover thee, sweet face
- That is solemn we have ended
- The stimulus, beyond the grave
- Given in marriage unto thee
- That such have died enables us
- They won’t frown always—some sweet day
- ’T is an honorable thought
- The distance that the dead have gone
- How dare the robins sing
- Death is like the insect
- ’T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou
- Each that we lose takes part of us
- Not any higher stands the grave
- As far from pity as complaint
- ’T is whiter than an Indian pipe
- She laid her docile crescent down
- Bless God, he went as soldiers
- Immortal is an ample word
- Where every bird is bold to go
- The grave my little cottage is
- This was in the white of the year
- Sweet hours have perished here
- Me! Come! My dazzled face
- From use she wandered now a year
- I wish I knew that woman’s name
- Bereaved of all, I went abroad
- I felt a funeral in my brain
- I meant to find her when I came
- I sing to use the waiting
- A sickness of this world it most occasions
- Superfluous were the sun
- So proud she was to die
- Tie the strings to my life, my Lord
- The dying need but little, dear
- There ’s something quieter than sleep
- The soul should always stand ajar
- Three weeks passed since I had seen her
- I breathed enough to learn the trick
- I wonder if the sepulchre
- If tolling bell I ask the cause
- If I may have it when it ’s dead
- Before the ice is in the pools
- I heard a fly buzz when I died
- Adrift! A little boat adrift!
- There’s been a death in the opposite house
- We never know we go,—when we are going
- It struck me every day
- Water is taught by thirst
- We thirst at first,—’t is Nature’s act
- A clock stopped—not the mantel’s
- All overgrown by cunning moss
- A toad can die of light!
- Far from love the Heavenly Father
- A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
- ’T was just this time last year I died
- On this wondrous sea