It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311)

Letter 321 (late November 1866?) - no ms. Mrs. J. G. Holland

No Rack can torture me (384)

My nosegays are for captives

Joy In Death

Snow flakes

Troubled About Many Things

I tried to think a lonelier Thing

It’s thoughts—and just One Heart

Light is sufficient to itself

Beauty — be not caused — It Is

Truth — is as old as God

Letter 217 (late April 1860) - no ms. Lavinia N. Dickinson

Title divine—is mine!

XVI

Good night! which put the candle out?

One and One—are One (769)

My period had come for Prayer

My Life

Waiting

I had no time to Hate (478)

I ment to find her when I came (718)

Letter 324 (about April 1868) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

I saw no Way—The Heavens were stitched (378)

Empty my Heart, of Thee (587)

Have any like Myself

To lose one’s faith—surpass (377)

If any sink, assure that this, now standing

The Robin is the One

A Service of Song

No Other can reduce (982)

I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent

Away from Home are some and I (821)

The Luxury to apprehend

As far from pity, as complaint

The Soul has Bandaged moments (512)

Is Bliss then, such Abyss (340)

Success is counted Sweetest

One Blessing had I than the rest

The name—of it—is “Autumn” (656)

Alpine Glow

I robbed the Woods

This is a Blossom of the Brain

I cross till I am weary (550)

If I Can Stop

Of Course—I prayed (376)

Why make it doubt—it hurts it so (462)

Letter 339 (early spring 1870) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

I meant to find Her when I came

To hear an Oriole sing