After a hundred years

A poor — torn heart — a tattered heart

341 (June 1870?) Samuel Bowles

Fitter to see Him, I may be (968)

I died for Beauty — but was scarce

The Past

It knew no Medicine (559)

High From The Earth I Heard A Bird

Hope

The Tint I cannot take—is best (627)

259 (287)

What if I say I shall not wait!

There is a word

What care the Dead, for Chanticleer (592)

Too Late

Joy In Death

Letter 383 (early 1873?) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

A shady friend for torrid days

Resurrection

It would never be Common—more—I said (430)

I send Two Sunsets (308)

For every Bird a Nest

Desire

A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!

Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s Mouth (590)

The Bee

A Murmur in the Trees—to note (416)

My Faith is larger than the Hills

She bore it till the simple veins

I had some things that I called mine

Bee! I’m expecting you! (1035)

Going to Heaven!

Superiority To Fate

Many a phrase has the English language

72

Absent Place — an April Day

Letter 222 (summer 1860?) - no ms. Catherine Scott Turner (Anthon)

Death Leaves Us homesick, Who Behind

13

I cautious, scanned my little life

The Mountain sat upon the Plain

We Grow Accustomed to the Dark

The Guest is gold and crimson

The Test of Love—is Death (573)

31

Letter 382 (winter 1873?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

He fumbles at your spirit

Of Consciousness, her awful Mate

South Wind — has a pathos

The Sun is gay or stark