Till Death—is narrow Loving

He fought like those Who’ve nought to lose

Dying! Dying in the night!

Four Trees — upon a solitary Acre

I’m Nobody! Who Are You?

A loss of something ever felt I (959)

Where I have lost, I softer tread (104)

I ’ve Got An Arrow Here

T Was Later When The Summer Went

21

The lonesome for they know not What

Mine

You left me—Sire—two Legacies

Dare you see a Soul

I shall know why—when Time is over

Endow the Living—with the Tears (521)

It can’t be

Letter 238 (summer 1861 - Franklin: late 1859-about 1861) Susan Gilbert Dickinson

You’re right

The Lightning playeth—all the while

Within my Garden, rides a Bird (500)

Will there really be a ”Morning”? (101)

Letter 206 (late April 1859) - no ms. Louise Norcross

A Weight with Needles on the pounds (264)

I reckon—when I count it all

Read—Sweet—how others—strove

Letter 375 (27 July 1872) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

69

Death is a Dialogue between

I breathed enough to learn the trick

The Only News I know

Letter 282 (about 1863 - Franklin: late 1862) T. W. Higginson

The World—stands—solemner—to me

By a flower — By a letter

Braind within its groove, The

You know that Portrait in the Moon (504)

I think the longest Hour of all

It always felt to me—a wrong (597)

I taste a liquor never brewed (214)

The Battle fought between the Soul

The morns are meeker than they were

My Life had stood?a ǀoaded Gun

She staked her Feathers—Gained an Arc (798)

How far is it to Heaven?

204 (2 March 1859) Mrs. J. G. Holland

You see I cannot see—your lifetime

Delayed till she had ceased to know

A solemn thing—it was—I said (483)

I could not prove the Years had feet

Experience is the Angled Road