Emily Dickinson — poems to learn by heart

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Not at Home to Callers
Defrauded I a Butterfly --
The words the happy say
Summer begins to have the look
The Life we have is very great.
Could Hope inspect her Basis
Success is counted sweetest
I Years had been from Home
Musicians wrestle everywhere
Where Thou art -- that -- is Home --
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
A Wind that rose
No Romance sold unto
How know it from a Summer's Day?
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
There is a flower that Bees prefer
Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
One Year ago -- jots what?
We thirst at first -- 'tis Nature's Act --
She's happy, with a new Content --
The One who could repeat the Summer day
I many times thought Peace had come
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth
The Fact that Earth is Heaven --
So much Summer
Her sovereign People
Of Life to own --
When Memory is full
A Wife -- at daybreak I shall be
The stem of a departed Flower
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Oh Future! thou secreted peace
Said Death to Passion
I think that the Root of the Wind is Water --
Pain -- has an Element of Blank --
It can't be "Summer"!
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
The Butterfly upon the Sky,
Summer for thee, grant I may be
Pain -- expands the Time --
Who were "the Father and the Son"
Growth of Man -- like Growth of Nature --
Death is a Dialogue between
A Door just opened on a street --
Summer -- we all have seen --
The good Will of a Flower
Each Life Converges to some Centre --
To her derided Home
One Day is there of the Series
The Veins of other Flowers
I know of people in the Grave
We should not mind so small a flower
I prayed, at first, a little Girl,
I never felt at Home -- Below
How much the present moment means
Now I knew I lost her --
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Floss won't save you from an Abyss
"Arcturus" is his other name
Witchcraft was hung, in History,
Their Height in Heaven comforts not --
"Faith" is a fine invention
Through the Dark Sod -- as Education
Some, too fragile for winter winds
Pain has but one Acquaintance
How Human Nature dotes
The Mountain sat upon the Plain
Just so -- Jesus -- raps
Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
Water makes many Beds
In this short Life
Bereavement in their death to feel
Birthday of but a single pang
How the Waters closed above Him
Tho' I get home how late -- how late
Which is best? Heaven --
Lad of Athens, faithful be
If pain for peace prepares
Her spirit rose to such a height
Further in Summer than the Birds
Estranged from Beauty -- none can be --
Heaven is so far of the Mind
"Lethe" in my flower,
How happy is the little Stone
What shall I do when the Summer troubles --
I know a place where Summer strives
A Tooth upon Our Peace
Like Rain it sounded till it curved
I rose -- because He sank --
Angels, in the early morning
Joy to have merited the Pain --
I suppose the time will come
The Flower must not blame the Bee
When I hoped, I recollect
We talked as Girls do --
"Faithful to the end" Amended
I'm sorry for the Dead -- Today --
If I'm lost -- now
The fairest Home I ever knew
A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot,
'Twould ease -- a Butterfly --
The Moon upon her fluent Route
Three times -- we parted -- Breath -- and I --
Winter under cultivation
Nature rarer uses Yellow
For Death -- or rather
In snow thou comest --
When I hoped I feared --
"Nature" is what we see --
Beauty -- be not caused -- It Is --
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring
Forever honored by the Tree
My Season's furthest Flower --
Before you thought of Spring
You know that Portrait in the Moon --
Is Heaven a Physician?
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,
My Garden -- like the Beach
I'll tell you how the Sun rose
The waters chased him as he fled,
Jesus! thy Crucifix
Our journey had advanced --
When I was small, a Woman died --
These are the Signs to Nature's Inns --
I never lost as much but twice
The Service without Hope --
The last of Summer is Delight --
I got so I could take his name
A chilly Peace infests the Grass
Go not too near a House of Rose --
Nature and God -- I neither knew
Spring is the Period
The Rose did caper on her cheek
There came a Day at Summer's full
A little Dog that wags his tail
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Brother of Ingots -- Ah Peru --
It would have starved a Gnat --
Faith -- is the Pierless Bridge
Robbed by Death -- but that was easy --
He told a homely tale
How happy I was if I could forget
To mend each tattered Faith
The Sun is gay or stark
Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights
I have a Bird in spring
The Bird her punctual music brings
A soft Sea washed around the House
I had no time to Hate
The Winters are so short
If I should cease to bring a Rose
Given in Marriage unto Thee
Teach Him -- When He makes the names
The Leaves like Women interchange
Four Trees -- upon a solitary Acre --
Not One by Heaven defrauded stay --
All but Death, can be Adjusted --
Lest this be Heaven indeed
Hope is a subtle Glutton --
Had I presumed to hope --
When Roses cease to bloom, Sir,
Prayer is the little implement
Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven?
A Pit -- but Heaven over it --
They say that "Time assuages" --
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling
As if the Sea should part
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
Did Our Best Moment last
Time does go on --
Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Ourselves were wed one summer -- dear --
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
The Moon is distant from the Sea
Beauty crowds me till I die
As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
The Soul has Bandaged moments --
How far is it to Heaven?
Between the form of Life and Life
As Children bid the Guest "Good Night"
Declaiming Waters none may dread --
The Butterfly's Numidian Gown
So give me back to Death --
He put the Belt around my life
Yesterday is History,
Absent Place -- an April Day --
The first Day that I was a Life
They shut me up in Prose --
I lost a World -- the other day!
Immured in Heaven!
Summer laid her simple Hat
I tend my flowers for thee
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be --
Great Streets of silence led away
'Twas later when the summer went
By a flower -- By a letter
Ah, Moon -- and Star!
I see thee better -- in the Dark --
Nature affects to be sedate
Undue Significance a starving man attaches
Snow flakes.
A great Hope fell
Suspense -- is Hostiler than Death --
To tell the Beauty would decrease
By homely gift and hindered Words
Funny -- to be a Century
She rose as high as His Occasion
In Winter in my Room
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note
Did life's penurious length
My life closed twice before its close --
I went to Heaven
"Heaven" has different Signs -- to me --
From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
Summer is shorter than any one --
To flee from memory
This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life
Talk not to me of Summer Trees
A happy lip -- breaks sudden
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord,
Through those old Grounds of memory,
Away from Home are some and I --
Flowers -- Well -- if anybody
Those fair -- fictitious People
Dying! Dying in the night!
The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
The Notice that is called the Spring
Than Heaven more remote,
Which is the best -- the Moon or the Crescent?
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead
Nature can do no more
A full fed Rose on meals of Tint
I noticed People disappeared
Though the great Waters sleep,
The inundation of the Spring
'Twas a long Parting -- but the time
We grow accustomed to the Dark
If I could bribe them by a Rose
If Nature smiles -- the Mother must
God permits industrious Angels
A little Madness in the Spring
As if some little Arctic flower
The Snow that never drifts --
We dream -- it is good we are dreaming --
Nature assigns the Sun --
The Heaven vests for Each
'Tis One by One -- the Father counts --
And this of all my Hopes
"Heavenly Father" -- take to thee
How many Flowers fail in Wood
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime
Trusty as the stars
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
The Stars are old, that stood for me --
Going to Heaven!
Dying at my music!
As Summer into Autumn slips
From all the Jails the Boys and Girls
He strained my faith
His Heart was darker than the starless night
I've known a Heaven, like a Tent
Her final Summer was it --
My wheel is in the dark!
A loss of something ever felt I --
It will be Summer -- eventually.
She rose to His Requirement -- dropt
On this long storm the Rainbow rose
'Twas here my summer paused
I felt my life with both my hands
This is the place they hoped before,
Water, is taught by thirst.
Going to Him! Happy letter!
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree --
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Where Roses would not dare to go,
Some such Butterfly be seen
Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar
I watched the Moon around the House
Take your Heaven further on
Nobody knows this little Rose
A little Snow was here and there
I cannot meet the Spring unmoved --
Expanse cannot be lost --
Peace is a fiction of our Faith --
Do People moulder equally,
I hide myself within my flower,
Love -- is that later Thing than Death --
My Faith is larger than the Hills --
Only God -- detect the Sorrow --
To see the Summer Sky
The fascinating chill that music leaves
I'm "wife" -- I've finished that
Summer has two Beginnings --
A Light exists in Spring
I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
"Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach!
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting --
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
The Child's faith is new --
Too happy Time dissolves itself
There is a pain -- so utter --
The Summer that we did not prize,
Consulting summer's clock,
Hope is a strange invention --
If the foolish, call them "flowers"
An Antiquated Tree
It sounded as if the Streets were running
The Sun and Moon must make their haste --
Our little Kinsmen -- after Rain
Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
One Sister have I in our house
Better -- than Music! For I -- who heard it --
She sped as Petals of a Rose
Like Men and Women Shadows walk
My period had come for Prayer --
Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die
Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell
As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies
The Road was lit with Moon and star --
One Life of so much Consequence!
For largest Woman's Hearth I knew
To lose one's faith -- surpass
The Definition of Beauty is
Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
I cannot dance upon my Toes
I send you a decrepit flower
The feet of people walking home
We pray -- to Heaven
I thought that nature was enough
Of Nature I shall have enough
A something in a summer's Day
Spring comes on the World --
I saw no Way -- The Heavens were stitched
I know some lonely Houses off the Road
Split the Lark -- and you'll find the Music --
Besides the Autumn poets sing
I started Early -- Took my Dog --
Who has not found the Heaven -- below --
So gay a Flower
No Autumn's intercepting Chill
Far from Love the Heavenly Father
The Frost of Death was on the Pane --
The Butterfly in honored Dust
The way Hope builds his House
Except the Heaven had come so near
Lain in Nature -- so suffice us
I cried at Pity -- not at Pain --
Lightly stepped a yellow star
Somewhat, to hope for,
She slept beneath a tree
Bliss is the plaything of the child --
The butterfly obtains
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook --
A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
The Butterfly's Assumption Gown
Oh Sumptuous moment
Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has

Emily Dickinson — poems to learn by heart

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