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Robbed by Death—but that was easy

Banish Air from Air (854)

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I make His Crescent fill or lack

Reticence

He strained my faith (497)

Letter 202 (about 20 February 1859) - no ms. Mrs. J. G. Holland

Low Skies and Mean Clouds

39 (49)

Only a Shrine, but Mine

The Grass so little has to do

Possibility

The Morning after Woe (364)

It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation

You said that I

Summer’s Armies

Dawn

It don’t sound so terrible—quite—as it did

If the foolish, call them “flowers” (168)

I’ve nothing else—to bring, You know (224)

The name—of it—is

I play at Riches—to appease (801)

Funeral in my brain

The Funeral

It would have starved a Gnat

And this of all my Hopes (913)

I had no time to hate, because

The sky is low, the clouds are mean

The Sky is low-The clouds are mean (ENG 102)

Letter 342a Higginson wrote his wife that evening

Houses—so the Wise Men tell me

Superfluous were the Sun (999)

Experience

To lose one’s faith—surpass

A Wife—at daybreak I shall be (461)

There is a June when Corn is cut

The Veins of other Flowers

Just so—Jesus—raps

Astra Castra

Most she touched me by her muteness (760)

’Twas just this time, last year, I died

Letters 226 (October 1860) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

Take your Heaven further on (388)

This Bauble was preferred of Bees

I had no Cause to be awake (542)

The difference between Despair (305)

The Railway Train

Distrustful of the Gentian