Born on this day – Emily Dickinson:

Emily Dickinson

Writer

December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886

Credits:

NOTE: the first line of each poem was used as the title:

A Bee his burnished Carriage; A Bird came down the Walk; A brief but patient illness; A Burdock — clawed my Gown; A Cap of Lead across the sky; A Charm invests a face; A chastened Grace is twice a Grace; A chilly Peace infests the Grass; A Clock stopped; A Cloud withdrew from the Sky; A Coffin — is a small Domain; A Counterfeit — a Plated Person; A curious Cloud surprised the Sky; A darting fear — a pomp — a tear; A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!; A Death blow is a Life blow to Some; A Deed knocks first at Thought; A Dew sufficed itself; A Diamond on the Hand; A Dimple in the Tomb; A Door just opened on a street; A doubt if it be Us; A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree; A Drunkard cannot meet a Cork; A Dying Tiger — moaned for Drink; A face devoid of love or grace; A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes; A feather from the Whippoorwill; A Field of Stubble, lying sere; A first Mute Coming; A Flower will not trouble her, it has so small a Foot; A full fed Rose on meals of Tint; A fuzzy fellow, without feet; A great Hope fell; A happy lip — breaks sudden; A House upon the Height; A Lady red — amid the Hill; A lane of Yellow led the eye; A Letter is a joy of Earth; A Light exists in Spring; A little bread — a crust — a crumb; A little Dog that wags his tail; A little East of Jordan; A little Madness in the Spring; A little overflowing word; A little Road — not made of Man; A little Snow was here and there; A long — long Sleep — A famous — Sleep; A loss of something ever felt I; A Man may make a Remark; A Mien to move a Queen; A Mine there is no Man would own; A Moth the hue of this; A Murmur in the Trees — to note; A narrow Fellow in the Grass; A nearness to Tremendousness; A Night — there lay the Days between; A not admitting of the wound; A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring; A Pit — but Heaven over it; A Plated Life — diversified; A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart; A precious — mouldering pleasure — 'tis; A Prison gets to be a friend; A prompt — executive Bird is the Jay; A Rat surrendered here; A Route of Evanescence; A Saucer holds a Cup; A science — so the Savants say; A Secret told; A sepal, petal, and a thorn; A Shade upon the mind there passes; A shady friend — for Torrid days; A Sickness of this World it most occasions; A single Clover Plank; A single Screw of Flesh; A slash of Blue; A Sloop of Amber slips away; A soft Sea washed around the House; A solemn thing — it was — I said; A Solemn thing within the Soul; A something in a summer's Day; A South Wind — has a pathos; A Sparrow took a Slice of Twig; A Spider sewed at Night; A stagnant pleasure like a Pool; A still — Volcano — Life; A Thought went up my mind today; A throe upon the features; A Toad, can die of Light; A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!; A Tooth upon Our Peace; A train went through a burial gate; A transport one cannot contain; A Visitor in Marl; A Weight with Needles on the pounds; A Wife — at daybreak I shall be; A wild Blue sky abreast of Winds; A Wind that rose; A winged spark doth soar about; A Word dropped careless on a Page; A word is dead; A Word made Flesh is seldom; A World made penniless by that departure; A wounded Deer — leaps highest; Above Oblivion's Tide there is a Pier; Abraham to kill him; Absence disembodies — so does Death; Absent Place — an April Day; Adrift! A little boat adrift!; Advance is Life's condition; Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?; After a hundred years; After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside; After great pain, a formal feeling comes; After the Sun comes out; Again — his voice is at the door; Ah Teneriffe!; Ah, Moon — and Star!; Ah, Necromancy Sweet!; Air has no Residence, no Neighbor; All but Death, can be Adjusted; All Circumstances are the Frame; All forgot for recollecting; All I may, if small; All men for Honor hardest work; All overgrown by cunning moss; All that I do; All the letters I can write; All these my banners be; All things swept sole away; Alone and in a Circumstance; Alone, I cannot be; Alter! When the Hills do; Although I put away his life; Always Mine!; Ambition cannot find him; Ample make this Bed; An altered look about the hills; An antiquated Grace; An Antiquated Tree; An awful Tempest mashed the air —; An Everywhere of Silver; An honest Tear; An Hour is a Sea; An ignorance a Sunset; And this of all my Hopes; And with what body do they come?; Angels, in the early morning; Answer July; Apology for Her; Apparently with no surprise; Arcturus is his other name; Are Friends Delight or Pain?; Arrows enamored of his Heart; Art thou the thing I wanted?; Artists wrestled here!; As by the dead we love to sit; As Children bid the Guest Good Night; As far from pity, as complaint; As from the earth the light Balloon; As Frost is best conceived; As if I asked a common Alms; As if some little Arctic flower; As if the Sea should part; As imperceptibly as Grief; As old as Woe; As One does Sickness over; As plan for Noon and plan for Night; As Sleigh Bells seem in summer; As subtle as tomorrow; As Summer into Autumn slips; As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies; As Watchers hang upon the East; As we pass Houses musing slow; As willing lid o'er weary eye; Ashes denote that Fire was; At Half past Three, a single Bird; At last, to be identified!; At least — to pray — is left — is left; At leisure is the Soul; Aurora is the effort; Autumn — overlooked my Knitting; Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine; Away from Home are some and I; Back from the cordial Grave I drag thee; Baffled for just a day or two; Banish Air from Air; Be Mine the Doom; Beauty — be not caused — It Is; Beauty crowds me till I die; Because 'twas Riches I could own; Because He loves Her; Because I could not stop for Death; Because my Brook is fluent; Because that you are going; Because the Bee may blameless hum; Bee! I'm expecting you!; Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles; Before He comes we weigh the Time!; Before I got my eye put out; Before the ice is in the pools; Before you thought of Spring; Behind Me — dips Eternity; Behold this little Bane; Belshazzar had a Letter; Bereaved of all, I went abroad; Bereavement in their death to feel; Besides the Autumn poets sing; Besides this May; Best Gains — must have the Losses' Test; Best Things dwell out of Sight; Best Witchcraft is Geometry; Betrothed to Righteousness might be; Better — than Music! For I — who heard it; Between My Country — and the Others; Between the form of Life and Life; Bind me — I still can sing; Birthday of but a single pang; Blazing in Gold and quenching in Purple; Bless God, he went as soldiers; Bliss is the plaything of the child; Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower; Bloom upon the Mountain — stated; Blossoms will run away; Bound — a trouble; Bring me the sunset in a cup; Brother of Ingots — Ah Peru; But little Carmine hath her face; But that defeated accent; By a departing light; By a flower — By a letter; By Chivalries as tiny; By homely gift and hindered Words; By my Window have I for Scenery; By such and such an offering; Candor — my tepid friend; Circumference thou Bride of Awe; Civilization — spurns — the Leopard!; Climbing to reach the costly Hearts; Cocoon above! Cocoon below!; Color — Caste — Denomination; Come show thy Durham Breast; Come slowly — Eden!; Conferring with myself; Confirming All who analyze; Conjecturing a Climate; Conscious am I in my Chamber; Consulting summer's clock; Contained in this short Life; Cosmopolities without a plea; Could — I do more — for Thee; Could Hope inspect her Basis; Could I — then — shut the door; Could I but ride indefinite; Could live — did live; Could mortal lip divine; Could that sweet Darkness where they dwell; Count not that far that can be had; Crisis is a Hair; Crisis is sweet and yet the Heart; Crumbling is not an instant's Act; Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?; Dear March — Come in; Death is a Dialogue between; Death is like the insect; Death is potential to that Man; Death is the supple Suitor; Death leaves Us homesick, who behind; Death sets a Thing significant; Death warrants are supposed to be; Death's Waylaying not the sharpest; Declaiming Waters none may dread; Defrauded I a Butterfly; Delayed till she had ceased to know; Delight — becomes pictorial; Delight is as the flight; Delight's Despair at setting; Denial — is the only fact; Departed — to the Judgment; Deprived of other Banquet; Despair's advantage is achieved; Dew — is the Freshet in the Grass; Did life's penurious length; Did Our Best Moment last; Did the Harebell loose her girdle; Did We abolish Frost; Did we disobey Him?; Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth; Distance — is not the Realm of Fox; Distrustful of the Gentian; Do People moulder equally; Dominion lasts until obtained; Don't put up my Thread and Needle; Doom is the House without the Door; Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!; Down Time's quaint stream; Drab Habitation of Whom?; Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day; Dreams — are well — but Waking's better; Dreams are the subtle Dower; Dropped into the Ether Acre; Drowning is not so pitiful; Dust is the only Secret; Dying at my music!; Dying! Dying in the night!; Dying! To be afraid of thee; Each Life Converges to some Centre; Each Scar I'll keep for Him; Each Second is the last; Each that we lose takes part of us; Eden is that old-fashioned House; Elijah's Wagon knew no thill; Elizabeth told Essex; Elysium is as far as to; Embarrassment of one another; Empty my Heart, of Thee; Endanger it, and the Demand; Ended, ere it begun; Endow the Living — with the Tears; Escape is such a thankful Word; Escaping backward to perceive; Essential Oils — are wrung; Estranged from Beauty — none can be; Except the Heaven had come so near; Except the smaller size; Except to Heaven, she is nought; Exhilaration — is within; Exhilaration is the Breeze; Expanse cannot be lost; Expectation — is Contentment; Experience is the Angled Road; Experiment escorts us last; Experiment to me; Extol thee — could I? Then I will; Exultation is the going; Facts by our side are never sudden; Fairer through Fading — as the Day; Faith — is the Pierless Bridge; Faith is a fine invention; Faithful to the end Amended; Falsehood of Thee could I suppose; Fame is a bee; Fame is a fickle food; Fame is the one that does not stay; Fame is the tint that Scholars leave; Fame of Myself, to justify; Fame's Boys and Girls, who never die; Far from Love the Heavenly Father; Fate slew Him, but He did not drop; Ferocious as a Bee without a wing; Few, yet enough; Finding is the first Act; Finite — to fail, but infinite to Venture; Fitter to see Him, I may be; Flees so the phantom meadow; Floss won't save you from an Abyss; Flowers — Well — if anybody; Fly - fly - but as you fly; Follow wise Orion; For Death — or rather; For each ecstatic instant; For every Bird a Nest; For largest Woman's Hearth I knew; For this — accepted Breath; Forbidden Fruit a flavor has; Forever — is composed of Nows; Forever at His side to walk; Forever honored by the Tree; Forget! The lady with the Amulet; Fortitude incarnate; Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre; Frequently the woods are pink -; Frigid and sweet Her parting Face; From all the Jails the Boys and Girls; From Blank to Blank; From Cocoon forth a Butterfly; From his slim Palace in the Dust; From Us She wandered now a Year; Funny — to be a Century; Further in Summer than the Birds; Garland for Queens, may be; Gathered into the Earth; Give little Anguish; Given in Marriage unto Thee; Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril; Glee — The great storm is over; Glory is that bright tragic thing; Glowing is her Bonnet; Go not too near a House of Rose; Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself; Go tell it — What a Message; Go thy great way!; Go travelling with us!; God gave a Loaf to every Bird; God is a distant — stately Lover; God is indeed a jealous God; God made a little Gentian; God made no act without a cause; God permits industrious Angels; Going to Heaven!; Going to Him! Happy letter!; Good Morning — Midnight; Good Night! Which put the Candle out?; Good night, because we must; Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt!; Gratitude — is not the mention; Great Caesar! Condescend; Great Streets of silence led away; Grief is a Mouse; Growth of Man — like Growth of Nature; Guest am I to have; Had I known that the first was the last; Had I not seen the Sun; Had I not This, or This, I said; Had I presumed to hope; Had this one Day not been; Had we known the Ton she bore; Had we our senses; Have any like Myself; Have you got a Brook in your little heart; He ate and drank the precious Words; He forgot — and I — remembered; He fought like those Who've nought to lose; He found my Being — set it up; He fumbles at your Soul; He gave away his Life; He is alive, this morning; He lived the Life of Ambush; He outstripped Time with but a Bout; He parts Himself — like Leaves; He preached upon Breadth till it argued him narrow; He put the Belt around my life; He scanned it — staggered; He strained my faith; He told a homely tale; He touched me, so I live to know; He was my host — he was my guest; He was weak, and I was strong — then; He went by sleep that drowsy route; He who in Himself believes; Heart! We will forget him!; Heart, not so heavy as mine; Heaven — is what I cannot reach!; Heaven has different Signs — to me; Heaven is so far of the Mind; Heavenly Father — take to thee; Her — last Poems; Her breast is fit for pearls; Her face was in a bed of hair; Her final Summer was it; Her Grace is all she has; Her little Parasol to lift; Her Losses make our Gains ashamed; Her smile was shaped like other smiles; Her sovereign People; Her spirit rose to such a height; Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead; Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night; Here, where the Daisies fit my Head; Herein a Blossom lies; High from the earth I heard a bird; His Bill an Auger is; His Bill is clasped — his Eye forsook; His Cheek is his Biographer; His Feet are shod with Gauze; His Heart was darker than the starless night; His little Hearse like Figure; His Mansion in the Pool; His Mind like Fabrics of the East; His mind of man, a secret makes; His oriental heresies; His voice decrepit was with Joy; Hope is a strange invention; Hope is a subtle Glutton; Hope is the thing with feathers; Houses — so the Wise Men tell me; How brittle are the Piers; How dare the robins sing; How destitute is he; How far is it to Heaven?; How firm Eternity must look; How fits his Umber Coat; How fleet — how indiscreet an one; How fortunate the Grave; How good his Lava Bed; How happy I was if I could forget; How happy is the little Stone; How Human Nature dotes; How know it from a Summer's Day?; How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights; How many Flowers fail in Wood; How many schemes may die; How many times these low feet staggered; How much of Source escapes with thee; How much the present moment means; How News must feel when travelling; How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand; How ruthless are the gentle; How sick — to wait — in any place — but thine; How slow the Wind; How soft a Caterpillar steps; How soft this Prison is; How still the Bells in Steeples stand; How the old Mountains drip with Sunset; How the Waters closed above Him; How well I knew Her not; I am afraid to own a Body; I am alive — I guess; I am ashamed — I hide; I asked no other thing; I bet with every Wind that blew; I breathed enough to take the Trick; I bring an unaccustomed wine; I Came to buy a smile — today; I can wade Grief; I can't tell you — but you feel it; I cannot be ashamed; I cannot buy it — 'tis not sold; I cannot dance upon my Toes; I cannot live with You; I cannot meet the Spring unmoved; I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there; I cannot want it more; I cautious, scanned my little life; I could bring You Jewels — had I a mind to; I could die — to know; I could not drink it, Sweet; I could not prove the Years had feet; I could suffice for Him, I knew; I cried at Pity — not at Pain; I cross till I am weary; I did not reach Thee; I died for Beauty — but was scarce; I do not care - why should I care; I dreaded that first Robin, so; I dwell in Possibility; I envy Seas, whereon He rides; I fear a Man of frugal Speech; I felt a Cleaving in my Mind; I felt a Funeral, in my Brain; I felt my life with both my hands; I fit for them; I found the words to every thought; I gained it so; I gave myself to Him; I got so I could take his name; I groped for him before I knew; I had a daily Bliss; I had a guinea golden; I had been hungry, all the Years; I had no Cause to be awake; I had no time to Hate; I had not minded — Walls; I had some things that I called mine; I had the Glory — that will do; I have a Bird in spring; I have a King, who does not speak; I have never seen Volcanoes; I have no Life but this; I haven't told my garden yet; I heard a Fly buzz — when I died; I heard, as if I had no Ear; I held a Jewel in my fingers; I held it so tight that I lost it; I hide myself within my flower; I keep my pledge; I knew that I had gained; I know a place where Summer strives; I know lives, I could miss; I know of people in the Grave; I know some lonely Houses off the Road; I know Suspense — it steps so terse; I know that He exists; I know where Wells grow — Droughtless Wells; I learned — at least — what Home could be; I like a look of Agony; I like to see it lap the Miles; I live with Him — I see His face; I lived on Dread; I lost a World — the other day!; I made slow Riches but my Gain; I make His Crescent fill or lack; I many times thought Peace had come; I meant to find Her when I came; I meant to have but modest needs; I measure every Grief I meet; I met a King this afternoon!; I never felt at Home — Below; I never hear that one is dead; I never hear the word escape; I never lost as much but twice; I never saw a Moor; I never told the buried gold; I noticed People disappeared; I often passed the village; I pay — in Satin Cash; I play at Riches — to appease; I prayed, at first, a little Girl; I read my sentence — steadily; I reason, Earth is short; I reckon — when I count it all; I robbed the Woods; I rose — because He sank; I saw no Way — The Heavens were stitched; I saw that the Flake was on it; I saw the wind within her; I see thee better — in the Dark; I see thee clearer for the Grave; I send Two Sunsets; I send you a decrepit flower; I shall keep singing!; I shall know why — when Time is over; I shall not murmur if at last; I should have been too glad, I see; I should not dare to be so sad; I should not dare to leave my friend; I showed her Heights she never saw; I sing to use the Waiting; I sometimes drop it, for a Quick; I started Early — Took my Dog; I stepped from Plank to Plank; I stole them from a Bee; I sued the News — yet feared — the News; I suppose the time will come; I taste a liquor never brewed; I tend my flowers for thee; I think I was enchanted; I think just how my shape will rise; I think that the Root of the Wind is Water; I think the Hemlock likes to stand; I think the longest Hour of all; I think to Live — may be a Bliss; I thought that nature was enough; I thought the Train would never come; I tie my Hat — I crease my Shawl; I took my Power in my Hand; I took one Draught of Life; I tried to think a lonelier Thing; I want — it pleaded — All its life; I was a Phoebe — nothing more; I was the slightest in the House; I watched her face to see which way; I watched the Moon around the House; I went to Heaven; I went to thank Her; I worked for chaff and earning Wheat; I would distil a cup; I would not paint — a picture; I Years had been from Home; I'd rather recollect a setting; I'll clutch — and clutch; I'll send the feather from my Hat!; I'll tell you how the Sun rose; I'm ceded — I've stopped being Theirs; I'm Nobody! Who are you?; I'm saying every day; I'm sorry for the Dead — Today; I'm the little Heart's Ease!; I'm wife — I've finished that; I've dropped my Brain — My Soul is numb; I've got an arrow here; I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes; I've known a Heaven, like a Tent; I've none to tell me to but Thee; I've nothing else — to bring, You know; I've seen a Dying Eye; Ideals are the Fairly Oil; If all the griefs I am to have; If any sink, assure that this, now standing; If anybody's friend be dead; If Blame be my side — forfeit Me; If ever the lid gets off my head; If He dissolve — then; If He were living — dare I ask; If I can stop one Heart from breaking; If I could bribe them by a Rose; If I could tell how glad I was; If I may have it, when it's dead; If I should cease to bring a Rose; If I should die; If I should see a single bird; If I shouldn't be alive; If I'm lost — now; If it had no pencil; If my Bark sink; If Nature smiles — the Mother must; If pain for peace prepares; If recollecting were forgetting; If she had been the Mistletoe; If the foolish, call them flowers; If this is fading; If those I loved were lost; If What we could — were what we would; If wrecked upon the Shoal of Thought; If you were coming in the Fall; If your Nerve, deny you; Image of Light, Adieu; Immortal is an ample word; Immured in Heaven!; Impossibility, like Wine; In Ebon Box, when years have flown; In falling Timbers buried; In lands I never saw — they say; In many and reportless places; In rags mysterious as these; In snow thou comest; In the name of the bee; In this short Life; In thy long Paradise of Light; In Winter in my Room; Inconceivably solemn!; Incredible the Lodging; Is Bliss then, such Abyss; Is Heaven a Physician?; Is Immortality a bane; Is it dead — Find it; Is it too late to touch you, Dear?; Is it true, dear Sue?; It always felt to me — a wrong; It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon; It came at last but prompter Death; It came his turn to beg; It can't be Summer!; It ceased to hurt me, though so slow; It did not surprise me; It don't sound so terrible — quite — as it did; It dropped so low — in my Regard; It feels a shame to be Alive; It is a lonesome Glee; It is an honorable Thought; It is easy to work when the soul is at play; It is the Meek that Valor wear; It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation —; It knew no Medicine; It makes no difference abroad; It might be lonelier; It rises — passes — on our South; It sifts from Leaden Sieves; It sounded as if the Streets were running; It stole along so stealthy; It struck me — every Day; It tossed — and tossed; It troubled me as once I was; It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone; It was a quiet seeming Day; It was a quiet way; It was given to me by the Gods; It was not Death, for I stood up; It was not Saint — it was too large; It was too late for Man; It will be Summer — eventually; It would have starved a Gnat; It would never be Common — more — I said; It would not know if it were spurned; It's all I have to bring today; It's coming — the postponeless Creature; It's easy to invent a Life; It's like the Light; It's such a little thing to weep; It's thoughts — and just One Heart; Its Hour with itself; Its little Ether Hood; Jesus! thy Crucifix; Joy to have merited the Pain; Judgment is justest; Just as He spoke it from his Hands; Just lost, when I was saved!; Just Once! Oh least Request!; Just so — Jesus — raps; Kill your Balm — and its Odors bless you; Knock with tremor; Knows how to forget!; Lad of Athens, faithful be; Lain in Nature — so suffice us; Lay this Laurel on the One; Least Bee that brew; Least Rivers — docile to some sea; Left in immortal Youth; Lest any doubt that we are glad that they were born Today; Lest they should come — is all my fear; Lest this be Heaven indeed; Let down the Bars, Oh Death; Let me not mar that perfect Dream; Let me not thirst with this Hock at my Lip; Let my first Knowing be of thee; Let others - show this Surry's Grace; Let Us play Yesterday; Lethe in my flower; Life — is what we make of it; Life is death we're lengthy at; Life, and Death, and Giants; Lift it — with the Feathers; Light is sufficient to itself; Lightly stepped a yellow star; Like Brooms of Steel; Like eyes that looked on Wastes; Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews; Like her the Saints retire; Like Men and Women Shadows walk; Like Mighty Foot Lights — burned the Red; Like Rain it sounded till it curved; Like Some Old fashioned Miracle; Like Time's insidious wrinkle; Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush; Lives he in any other world; Long Years apart — can make no; Longing is like the Seed; Look back on Time, with kindly eyes; Love — is anterior to Life; Love — is that later Thing than Death; Love — thou art high; Love can do all but raise the Dead; Love is done when Love's begun; Love reckons by itself — alone; Love's stricken why; Low at my problem bending; Luck is not chance; Make me a picture of the sun; Mama never forgets her birds; Many a phrase has the English language; Many cross the Rhine; March is the Month of Expectation; Me — come! My dazzled face; Me from Myself — to banish; Me prove it now — Whoever doubt; Me, change! Me, alter!; Meeting by Accident; Midsummer, was it, when They died; Mine — by the Right of the White Election!; Mine Enemy is growing old; More Life — went out — when He went; More than the Grave is closed to me; Morning — is the place for Dew; Morning — means Milking — to the Farmer; Morning is due to all; Morning that comes but once; Morns like these — we parted; Most she touched me by her muteness; Much Madness is divinest Sense; Musicians wrestle everywhere; Must be a Woe; Mute thy Coronation; My best Acquaintances are those; My Cocoon tightens — Colors tease; My country need not change her gown; My Eye is fuller than my vase; My Faith is larger than the Hills; My first well Day — since many ill; My friend attacks my friend!; My friend must be a Bird; My Garden — like the Beach; My God — He sees thee; My Heart ran so to thee; My Heart upon a little Plate; My life closed twice before its close; My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun; My Maker — let me be; My nosegays are for Captives; My period had come for Prayer; My Portion is Defeat — today; My Reward for Being, was This; My River runs to thee; My Season's furthest Flower; My Soul — accused me — And I quailed; My Triumph lasted till the Drums; My Wars are laid away in Books; My wheel is in the dark!; My Worthiness is all my Doubt; Myself can read the Telegrams; Myself was formed — a Carpenter; Nature — sometimes sears a Sapling; Nature — the Gentlest Mother is; Nature affects to be sedate; Nature and God — I neither knew; Nature assigns the Sun; Nature can do no more; Nature is what we see; Nature rarer uses Yellow; Never for Society; New feet within my garden go; No Autumn's intercepting Chill; No Bobolink — reverse His Singing; No Brigadier throughout the Year; No Crowd that has occurred; No ladder needs the bird but skies; No Life can pompless pass away; No Man can compass a Despair; No man saw awe, nor to his house; No matter — now — Sweet; No matter where the Saints abide; No Notice gave She, but a Change; No Other can reduce; No Passenger was known to flee; No Prisoner be; No Rack can torture me; No Romance sold unto; No Rose, yet felt myself a'bloom; Nobody knows this little Rose; None can experience sting; None who saw it ever told it; Noon — is the Hinge of Day; Nor Mountain hinder Me; Not all die early, dying young; Not any higher stands the Grave; Not any more to be lacked; Not any sunny tone; Not at Home to Callers; Not in this World to see his face; Not knowing when the Dawn will come; Not One by Heaven defrauded stay; Not probable — The barest Chance; Not Revelation — 'tis — that waits; Not seeing, still we know; Not Sickness stains the Brave; Not so the infinite Relations — Below; Not that he goes — we love him more; Not that We did, shall be the test; Not to discover weakness is; Not with a Club, the Heart is broken; Now I knew I lost her; Now I lay thee down to Sleep; Obtaining but our own Extent; Of all the Souls that stand create; Of all the Sounds despatched abroad; Of Being is a Bird; Of Bronze — and Blaze; Of Brussels — it was not; Of Consciousness, her awful Mate; Of Course — I prayed; Of Death I try to think like this; Of Glory not a Beam is left; Of God we ask one favor; Of Life to own; Of Nature I shall have enough; Of nearness to her sundered Things; Of Paradise' existence; Of Paul and Silas it is said; Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe; Of so divine a Loss; Of the Heart that goes in, and closes the Door; Of their peculiar light; Of this is Day composed; Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause?; Of Tribulation, these are They; Of whom so dear; Of Yellow was the outer Sky; Oh Future! thou secreted peace; Oh give it Motion — deck it sweet; Oh Shadow on the Grass; Oh Sumptuous moment; Oh what a Grace is this; Oh, honey of an hour; On a Columnar Self; On my volcano grows the Grass; On such a night, or such a night; On that dear Frame the Years had worn; On that specific Pillow; On the World you colored; On this long storm the Rainbow rose; On this wondrous sea; Once more, my now bewildered Dove; One and One — are One; One Anguish — in a Crowd; One Blessing had I than the rest; One crown that no one seeks; One Crucifixion is recorded; One Day is there of the Series; One dignity delays for all; One Joy of so much anguish; One Life of so much Consequence!; One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted; One note from One Bird; One of the ones that Midas touched; One Sister have I in our house; One thing of it we borrow; One Year ago — jots what?; Only a Shrine, but Mine; Only God — detect the Sorrow; Opinion is a flitting thing; Our journey had advanced; Our little Kinsmen — after Rain; Our little secrets slink away; Our lives are Swiss; Our own possessions — though our own; Our share of night to bear; Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision; Ourselves were wed one summer — dear; Out of sight? What of that?; Over and over, like a Tune; Over the fence; Pain — expands the Time; Pain — has an Element of Blank; Pain has but one Acquaintance; Papa above!; Paradise is of the option; Paradise is that old mansion; Partake as doth the Bee; Parting with Thee reluctantly; Pass to they Rendezvous of Light; Patience — has a quiet Outer; Peace is a fiction of our Faith; Perception of an object costs; Perhaps I asked too large; Perhaps they do not go so far; Perhaps you think me stooping; Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower; Peril as a Possession; Pigmy seraphs — gone astray; Pink — small — and punctual; Poor little Heart!; Portraits are to daily faces; Power is a familiar growth; Praise it — 'tis dead; Prayer is the little implement; Precious to Me — She still shall be; Presentiment — is that long Shadow — on the Lawn; Promise This — When You be Dying; Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it; Publication — is the Auction; Purple — is fashionable twice; Pursuing you in your transitions; Put up my lute!; Quite empty, quite at rest; Rather arid delight; Read — Sweet — how others — strove; Rearrange a Wife's affection!; Recollect the Face of me; Red Sea, indeed! Talk not to me; Rehearsal to Ourselves; Remember me implored the Thief!; Remembrance has a Rear and Front; Remorse — is Memory — awake; Removed from Accident of Loss; Renunciation — is a piercing Virtue; Reportless Subjects, to the Quick; Rest at Night; Reverse cannot befall; Revolution is the Pod; Ribbons of the Year; Risk is the Hair that holds the Tun; Robbed by Death — but that was easy; Safe Despair it is that raves; Safe in their Alabaster Chambers; Said Death to Passion; Sang from the Heart, Sire; Satisfaction — is the Agent; Savior! I've no one else to tell; Secrets is a daily word; September's Baccalaureate; Severer Service of myself; Sexton! My Master's sleeping here; Shall I take thee, the Poet said; Shame is the shawl of Pink; She bore it till the simple veins; She could not live upon the Past; She dealt her pretty words like Blades; She died — this was the way she died; She died at play; She dwelleth in the Ground; She hideth Her the last; She laid her docile Crescent down; She lay as if at play; She rose as high as His Occasion; She rose to His Requirement — dropt; She sights a Bird — she chuckles; She slept beneath a tree; She sped as Petals of a Rose; She staked her Feathers — Gained an Arc; She sweeps with many-colored Brooms; She went as quiet as the Dew; She's happy, with a new Content; Shells from the Coast mistaking; Should you but fail at — Sea; Show me Eternity, and I will show you Memory; Sic transit gloria mundi; Silence is all we dread; Size circumscribes — it has no room; Sleep is supposed to be; Smiling back from Coronation; Snow beneath whose chilly softness; Snow flakes; So bashful when I spied her!; So from the mould; So gay a Flower; So give me back to Death; So glad we are — a Stranger'd deem; So has a Daisy vanished; So I pull my Stockings off; So large my Will; So much of Heaven has gone from Earth; So much Summer; So proud she was to die; So set its Sun in Thee; So the Eyes accost — and sunder; So well that I can live without; Society for me my misery; Soft as the massacre of Suns; Softened by Time's consummate plush; Soil of Flint, if steady tilled; Some — Work for Immortality; Some Arrows slay but whom they strike; Some Days retired from the rest; Some keep the Sabbath going to Church; Some one prepared this mighty show; Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!; Some say goodnight — at night; Some such Butterfly be seen; Some things that fly there be; Some we see no more, Tenements of Wonder; Some Wretched creature, savior take; Some, too fragile for winter winds; Somehow myself survived the Night; Sometimes with the Heart; Somewhat, to hope for; Somewhere upon the general Earth; Soto! Explore thyself!; Soul, take thy risk; Soul, Wilt thou toss again?; South Winds jostle them; Sown in dishonor!; Speech — is a prank of Parliament; Speech is one symptom of Affection; Split the Lark — and you'll find the Music; Spring comes on the World; Spring is the Period; Spurn the temerity; Step lightly on this narrow spot; Still own thee — still thou art; Strong Draughts of Their Refreshing Minds; Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning; Success is counted sweetest; Such are the inlets of the mind; Such is the Force of Happiness; Summer — we all have seen; Summer begins to have the look; Summer for thee, grant I may be; Summer has two Beginnings; Summer is shorter than any one; Summer laid her simple Hat; Sunset at Night — is natural; Sunset that screens, reveals; Superfluous were the Sun; Superiority to Fate; Surgeons must be very careful; Surprise is like a thrilling — pungent; Suspense — is Hostiler than Death; Sweet — safe — Houses; Sweet — You forgot — but I remembered; Sweet hours have perished here; Sweet is the swamp with its secrets; Sweet Mountains — Ye tell Me no lie; Sweet Pirate of the heart; Sweet Skepticism of the Heart; Sweet, to have had them lost; Take all away; Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy; Take your Heaven further on; Taken from men — this morning; Taking up the fair Ideal; Talk not to me of Summer Trees; Talk with prudence to a Beggar; Teach Him — When He makes the names; Tell all the Truth but tell it slant; Tell as a Marksman — were forgotten; Than Heaven more remote; That after Horror — that 'twas us; That Distance was between Us; That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet; That I did always love; That is solemn we have ended; That it will never come again; That Love is all there is; That odd old man is dead a year; That sacred Closet when you sweep; That she forgot me was the least; That short — potential stir; That Such have died enable Us; That this should feel the need of Death; The Admirations — and Contempts — of time; The Angle of a Landscape; The Auctioneer of Parting; The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings; The Battle fought between the Soul; The Bee is not afraid of me; The Beggar at the Door for Fame; The Beggar Lad — dies early; The Bible is an antique Volume; The Bird did prance — the Bee did play; The Bird her punctual music brings; The Bird must sing to earn the Crumb; The Birds begun at Four o'clock; The Birds reported from the South; The Black Berry — wears a Thorn in his side; The Blood is more showy than the Breath; The Blunder is in estimate; The Bobolink is gone; The Body grows without; The Bone that has no Marrow; The Brain — is wider than the Sky; The Brain, within its Groove; The Bustle in a House; The Butterfly in honored Dust; The butterfly obtains; The Butterfly upon the Sky; The Butterfly's Assumption Gown; The Butterfly's Numidian Gown; The Chemical conviction; The Child's faith is new; The Clock strikes one that just struck two; The Clouds their Backs together laid; The Clover's simple Fame; The Color of a Queen, is this; The Color of the Grave is Green; The competitions of the sky; The Court is far away; The Crickets sang; The Daisy follows soft the Sun; The Dandelion's pallid tube; The Day came slow — till Five o'clock; The Day grew small, surrounded tight; The Day she goes; The Day that I was crowned; The Day undressed — Herself; The Days that we can spare; The Definition of Beauty is; The Devil — had he fidelity; The difference between Despair; The distance that the dead have gone; The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man; The Doomed — regard the Sunrise; The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea; The Dust behind I strove to join; The duties of the Wind are few; The Dying need but little, Dear; The earth has many keys; The ecstasy to guess; The event was directly behind Him; The face I carry with me — last; The Face in evanescence lain; The Face we choose to miss; The Fact that Earth is Heaven; The fairest Home I ever knew; The farthest Thunder that I heard; The fascinating chill that music leaves; The feet of people walking home; The Fingers of the Light; The first Day that I was a Life; The first Day's Night had come; The first We knew of Him was Death; The Flake the Wind exasperate; The Flower must not blame the Bee; The Frost of Death was on the Pane; The Frost was never seen; The Future — never spoke; The Gentian has a parched Corolla; The Gentian weaves her fringes; The gleam of an heroic Act; The going from a world we know; The good Will of a Flower; The Grace — Myself — might not obtain; The Grass so little has to do; The grave my little cottage is; The Guest is gold and crimson; The hallowing of Pain; The harm of Years is on him; The healed Heart shows its shallow scar; The Heart asks Pleasure — first; The Heart has many Doors; The Heart has narrow Banks; The Heart is the Capital of the Mind; The Heaven vests for Each; The Hills erect their Purple Heads; The Hills in Purple syllables; The Himmaleh was known to stoop; The Hollows round His eager Eyes; The immortality she gave; The incidents of love; The Infinite a sudden Guest; The inundation of the Spring; The Jay his Castanet has struck; The joy that has no stem no core; The Judge is like the Owl; The Juggler's Hat her Country is; The Lady feeds Her little Bird; The Lamp burns sure — within; The largest Fire ever known; The Lassitudes of Contemplation; The last Night that She lived; The last of Summer is Delight; The Leaves like Women interchange; The Life that tied too tight escapes; The Life we have is very great; The Lightning is a yellow Fork; The Lightning playeth — all the while; The Lilac is an ancient shrub; The Loneliness One dare not sound; The lonesome for they know not What; The long sigh of the Frog; The longest day that God appoints; The look of thee, what is it like; The Love a Life can show Below; The lovely flowers embarrass me; The Luxury to apprehend; The Malay — took the Pearl; The Manner of its Death; The Martyr Poets — did not tell; The Merchant of the Picturesque; The Mind lives on the Heart; The Missing All — prevented Me; The mob within the heart; The Months have ends — the Years — a knot; The Moon is distant from the Sea; The Moon upon her fluent Route; The Moon was but a Chin of Gold; The Morning after Woe; The morns are meeker than they were; The most important population; The most pathetic thing I do; The most triumphant Bird I ever knew or met; The Mountain sat upon the Plain; The Mountains — grow unnoticed; The Mountains stood in Haze; The Murmur of a Bee; The murmuring of Bees, has ceased; The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants; The name — of it — is Autumn; The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized; The Night was wide, and furnished scant; The Notice that is called the Spring; The One who could repeat the Summer day; The ones that disappeared are back; The only Ghost I ever saw; The Only News I know; The Opening and the Close; The Outer — from the Inner; The overtakelessness of those; The parasol is the umbrella's daughter; The Past is such a curious Creature; The pattern of the sun; The pedigree of Honey; The Pile of Years is not so high; The Poets light but Lamps; The Popular Heart is a Cannon first; The power to be true to You; The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves; The Products of my Farm are these; The Props assist the House; The Province of the Saved; The pungent atom in the Air; The rainbow never tells me; The Rat is the concisest Tenant; The Red — Blaze — is the Morning; The reticent volcano keeps; The Riddle we can guess; The right to perish might be thought; The Road to Paradise is plain; The Road was lit with Moon and star; The Robin for the Crumb; The Robin is a Gabriel; The Robin is the One; The Robin's my Criterion for Tune; The Rose did caper on her cheek; The saddest noise, the sweetest noise; The Savior must have been; The Sea said Come to the Brook; The Service without Hope; The Show is not the Show; The Skies can't keep their secret!; The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean; The smouldering embers blush; The Snow that never drifts; The Soul has Bandaged moments; The Soul selects her own Society; The Soul should always stand ajar; The Soul that hath a Guest; The Soul unto itself; The Soul's distinct connection; The Soul's Superior instants; The Spider as an Artist; The Spider holds a Silver Ball; The Spirit is the Conscious Ear; The Spirit lasts — but in what mode; The spry Arms of the Wind; The Stars are old, that stood for me; The stem of a departed Flower; The Stimulus, beyond the Grave; The Suburbs of a Secret; The Summer that we did not prize; The Sun — just touched the Morning; The Sun and Fog contested; The Sun and Moon must make their haste; The Sun in reigning to the West; The Sun is gay or stark; The Sun is one — and on the Tare; The Sun kept setting — setting — still; The Sun kept stooping — stooping — low!; The Sun retired to a cloud; The Sun went down — no Man looked on; The Sunrise runs for Both; The Sunset stopped on Cottages; The sweetest Heresy received; The Sweets of Pillage, can be known; The Symptom of the Gale; The Test of Love — is Death; The Things that never can come back, are several; The things we thought that we should do; The thought beneath so slight a film; The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for; The Tint I cannot take — is best; The Treason of an accent; The Trees like Tassels — hit — and swung; The Truth — is stirless; The vastest earthly Day; The Veins of other Flowers; The Voice that stands for Floods to me; The waters chased him as he fled; The way Hope builds his House; The Way I read a Letter's — this; The Way to know the Bobolink; The Well upon the Brook; The Whole of it came not at once; The Wind — tapped like a tired Man; The Wind begun to knead the Grass; The Wind didn't come from the Orchard — today; The wind drew off; The Wind took up the Northern Things; The Winters are so short; The words the happy say; The Work of Her that went; The World — feels Dusty; The World — stands — solemner — to me; The worthlessness of Earthly things; The Zeroes — taught us — Phosphorous; Their Barricade against the Sky; Their dappled importunity; Their Height in Heaven comforts not; Themself are all I have; There are two Mays; There are two Ripenings — one — of sight; There came a Day at Summer's full; There came a Wind like a Bugle; There comes a warning like a spy; There comes an hour when begging stops; There is a finished feeling; There is a flower that Bees prefer; There is a June when Corn is cut; There is a Languor of the Life; There is a morn by men unseen; There is a pain — so utter; There is a Shame of Nobleness; There is a solitude of space; There is a word; There is a Zone whose even Years; There is an arid Pleasure; There is another Loneliness; There is another sky; There is no Frigate like a Book; There is no Silence in the Earth — so silent; There is a strength in proving that it can be borne; There's a certain Slant of light; There's been a Death, in the Opposite House; There's something quieter than sleep; There's the Battle of Burgoyne; These — saw Visions; These are the days that Reindeer love; These are the days when Birds come back; These are the Nights that Beetles love; These are the Signs to Nature's Inns; These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest; These held their Wick above the West; These Strangers, in a foreign World; These tested Our Horizon; They ask but our Delight; They called me to the Window, for; They dropped like Flakes; They have a little Odor — that to me; They have not chosen me, he said; They leave us with the Infinite; They might not need me — yet they might; They put Us far apart; They say that Time assuages; They shut me up in Prose; They talk as slow as Legends grow; They won't frown always — some sweet Day; This — is the land — the Sunset washes; This Bauble was preferred of Bees; This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life; This Consciousness that is aware; This dirty — little — Heart; This docile one inter; This Dust, and its Feature; This heart that broke so long; This is a Blossom of the Brain; This is my letter to the World; This is the place they hoped before; This Me — that walks and works — must die; This Merit hath the worst; This quiet Dust was Gentleman and Ladies; This slow Day moved along; This that would greet — an hour ago; This was a Poet — It is That; This was in the White of the Year; This World is not Conclusion; Tho' I get home how late — how late; Tho' my destiny be Fustian; Those — dying then; Those cattle smaller than a Bee; Those fair — fictitious People; Those final Creatures, — who they are; Those not live yet; Those who have been in the Grave the longest; Though the great Waters sleep; Three times — we parted — Breath — and I; Three Weeks passed since I had seen Her; Through lane it lay — through bramble; Through the Dark Sod — as Education; Through the strait pass of suffering; Through those old Grounds of memory; Through what transports of Patience; Tie the Strings to my Life, My Lord; Till Death — is narrow Loving; Time does go on; Time feels so vast that were it not; Time's wily Chargers will not wait; Tis Anguish grander than Delight; Tis customary as we part; Tis easier to pity those when dead; Tis good — the looking back on Grief; Tis little I — could care for Pearls; Tis my first night beneath the Sun; Tis not that Dying hurts us so; Tis not the swaying frame we miss; Tis One by One — the Father counts; Tis Opposites — entice; Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War; Tis so appalling — it exhilarates; Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!; Tis Sunrise — Little Maid — Hast Thou; Tis true — They shut me in the Cold; Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe; Title divine — is mine!; To be alive — is Power; To be forgot by thee; To break so vast a Heart; To die — takes just a little while; To die — without the Dying; To disappear enhances; To do a magnanimous thing; To earn it by disdaining it; To fight aloud, is very brave; To fill a Gap; To flee from memory; To hang our head — ostensibly; To hear an Oriole sing; To help our Bleaker Parts; To her derided Home; To him who keeps an orchis' heart; To his simplicity; To interrupt His Yellow Plan; To know just how He suffered — would be dear; To learn the Transport by the Pain; To lose if one can find again; To lose one's faith — surpass; To lose thee — sweeter than to gain; To love thee Year by Year; To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee; To make One's Toilette — after Death; To make Routine a Stimulus; To mend each tattered Faith; To my quick ear the Leaves — conferred; To my small Hearth His fire came; To offer brave assistance; To One denied the drink; To own a Susan of my own; To own the Art within the Soul; To pile like Thunder to its close; To put this World down, like a Bundle; To see her is a Picture; To see the Summer Sky; To tell the Beauty would decrease; To the bright east she flies; To the stanch Dust; To their apartment deep; To this World she returned; To try to speak, and miss the way; To undertake is to achieve; To venerate the simple days; To wait an Hour — is long; To Whom the Mornings stand for Nights; Today or this noon; Tomorrow — whose location; Too cold is this; Too few the mornings be; Too happy Time dissolves itself; Too little way the House must lie; Too scanty 'twas to die for you; Touch lightly Nature's sweet Guitar; Tried always and Condemned by thee; Triumph — may be of several kinds; Trudging to Eden, looking backward; Trust adjust her Peradventure; Trust in the Unexpected; Trusty as the stars; Truth — is as old as God; Twas a long Parting — but the time; Twas awkward, but it fitted me; Twas comfort in her Dying Room; Twas Crisis — All the length had passed; Twas fighting for his Life he was; Twas here my summer paused; Twas just this time, last year, I died; Twas later when the summer went; Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch; Twas Love — not me; Twas my one Glory; Twas such a little — little boat; Twas the old — road — through pain; Twas warm — at first — like Us; Twice had Summer her fair Verdure; Two — were immortal twice; Two butterflies went out at Noon; Two Lengths has every Day; Two swimmers wrestled on the spar; Two Travellers perishing in Snow; Twould ease — a Butterfly; Unable are the Loved to die; Uncertain lease — develops lustre; Under the Light, yet under; Undue Significance a starving man attaches; Unfulfilled to Observation; Unit, like Death, for Whom?; Until the Desert knows; Unto a broken heart; Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me; Unto Me? I do not know you; Unto my Books — so good to turn; Unto the Whole — how add?; Unworthy of her Breast; Up Life's Hill with my little Bundle; Upon a Lilac Sea; Upon Concluded Lives; Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird; Upon the gallows hung a wretch; Victory comes late; Volcanoes be in Sicily; Wait till the Majesty of Death; Warm in her Hand these accents lie; Was not was all the Statement; Water makes many Beds; Water, is taught by thirst; We — Bee and I — live by the quaffing; We can but follow to the Sun; We Cover Thee — Sweet Face; We do not know the time we lose; We do not play on Graves; We don't cry — Tim and I; We dream — it is good we are dreaming; We grow accustomed to the Dark; We introduce ourselves; We knew not that we were to live; We learn it in Retreating; We learned the Whole of Love; We like a Hairbreadth 'scape; We like March; We lose — because we win; We met as Sparks — Diverging Flints; We miss a Kinsman more; We miss Her, not because We see; We never know how high we are; We never know we go when we are going; We outgrow love, like other things; We play at Paste; We pray — to Heaven; We see — Comparatively; We send the Wave to find the Wave; We shall find the Cube of the Rainbow; We should not mind so small a flower; We shun because we prize her Face; We shun it ere it comes; We talked as Girls do; We talked with each other about each other; We thirst at first — 'tis Nature's Act; We wear our sober Dresses when we die; We'll pass without the parting; Went up a year this evening!; Were it but Me that gained the Height; Were it to be the last; Were natural mortal lady; Wert Thou but ill — that I might show thee; What care the Dead, for Chanticleer; What did They do since I saw Them?; What I can do — I will; What I see not, I better see; What if I say I shall not wait!; What Inn is this; What is — Paradise; What mystery pervades a well!; What shall I do — it whimpers so; What shall I do when the Summer troubles; What Soft — Cherubic Creatures; What tenements of clover; What Twigs We held by; What we see we know somewhat; What would I give to see his face?; Whatever it is — she has tried it; When a Lover is a Beggar; When Bells stop ringing — Church — begins; When Continents expire; When Diamonds are a Legend; When Etna basks and purrs; When I count the seeds; When I have seen the Sun emerge; When I hoped I feared; When I hoped, I recollect; When I was small, a Woman died; When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side; When Memory is full; When Night is almost done; When One has given up One's life; When Roses cease to bloom, Sir; When the Astronomer stops seeking; When they come back — if Blossoms do; When we have ceased to care; When we stand on the tops of Things; Where bells no more affright the morn; Where every bird is bold to go; Where I am not afraid to go; Where I have lost, I softer tread; Where Roses would not dare to go; Where Ships of Purple — gently toss; Where Thou art — that — is Home; Whether my bark went down at sea; Whether they have forgotten; Which is best? Heaven; Which is the best — the Moon or the Crescent?; Which misses most; While Asters; While it is alive; While we were fearing it, it came; White as an Indian Pipe; Who abdicated Ambush; Who Court obtain within Himself; Who Giants know, with lesser Men; Who goes to dine must take his Feast; Who has not found the Heaven — below; Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights; Who is the East?; Who never lost, are unprepared; Who never wanted — maddest Joy; Who occupies this House?; Who saw no Sunrise cannot say; Who were the Father and the Son; Whoever disenchants; Whole Gulfs — of Red, and Fleets — of Red; Whose are the little beds, I asked; Whose cheek is this?; Whose Pink career may have a close; Why — do they shut Me out of Heaven?; Why do I love You, Sir?; Why make it doubt — it hurts it so; Why should we hurry — why indeed?; Wild Nights — Wild Nights!; Will there really be a Morning?; Winter is good — his Hoar Delights; Winter under cultivation; Witchcraft has not a Pedigree; Witchcraft was hung, in History; With Pinions of Disdain; With sweetness unabated; With thee, in the Desert; Within my Garden, rides a Bird; Within my reach!; Within that little Hive; Within thy Grave!; Without a smile — Without a Throe; Without this — there is nought; Wolfe demanded during dying; Wonder — is not precisely Knowing; Would you like summer? Taste of ours; Yesterday is History; You cannot make Remembrance grow; You cannot put a Fire out; You cannot take itself; You constituted Time; You know that Portrait in the Moon; You left me — Sire — two Legacies; You love me — you are sure; You love the Lord — you cannot see; You said that I was Great — one Day; You see I cannot see — your lifetime; You taught me Waiting with Myself; You'll find — it when you try to die; You'll know Her — by Her Foot; You'll know it — as you know 'tis Noon; You're right — the way is narrow; You've seen Balloons set — Haven't You?; Your Riches — taught me — Poverty; Your thoughts don't have words every day.

Rocky Coast in the Moonlight, by Johann Nepomuk Schödlberger (1830):