Not All Die Early, Dying Young

We like march, his shoes are purple

There is an arid Pleasure

We pray—to Heaven (489)

A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794)

I’m the little

Rouge Gagne

36

Bereaved of all, I went abroad

May-Flower

The Service without Hope

Letter 261 (25 April 1862) T. W. Higginson

How happy I was if I could forget

Letter 248a (?) [Charles Wadsworth to ED]

Don’t put up my Thread and Needle (617)

It makes no difference abroad

Bring me the sunset in a cup

There is a flower that Bees prefer (380)

I lived on dread; to those who know

When I have seen the Sun emerge (888)

I Wish I Knew That Woman’s Name

The Ditch is dear to the Drunken man (Fr1679)

What would I give to see his face? (247)

Autumn

The Rat

Death sets a Thing significant

As One does Sickness over

The Farthest Thunder That I Heard

My wheel is in the dark

She lay as if at play

The face I carry with me—last

11

On The Bleakness Of My Lot

Let Down The Bars, O Death!

The Drop, that wrestles in the Sea

Letter 232 (about 19 June 1861) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

I see thee better—in the Dark

Letter 363 (late July 1871) - no ms. Mrs. Lucius Boltwood

Conjecturing a Climate (562)

I held a Jewel in my fingers

Of Bronze—and Blaze

As Children bid the Guest “Good Night” (133)

Their Height in Heaven comforts not (696)

It struck me every day

Deprived of other Banquet

We see—Comparatively (534)

My Cricket

All the letters I can write

How the Waters closed above Him

Unit, like Death, for Whom?