I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (class page)

Tho’ my destiny be Fustian

If recollecting were forgetting

The Soul selects her own Society (303)

I tend my flowers for thee (339)

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Those fair—fictitious People (499)

Denial — is the only fact

I fear a Man of frugal Speech

Almost

To My Wife

63

Is Heaven A Physician?

To interrupt His Yellow Plan

We play at paste

Musicians wrestle everywhere

Wolfe demanded during dying

Letter 387 (March 1873?) - no ms. Louise and Frances Norcross

Fairer through Fading—as the Day (938)

Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee

Letter 274 (6 October 1862) T. W. Higginson

As if the Sea should part

Taking up the fair Ideal (428)

Apparently with no Surprise

I think I was enchanted (593)

Of all the souls that stand create

The Rose did caper on her cheek

I took my Power in my Hand (540)

There is a finished feeling

He found my Being—set it up

The Beggar Lad—dies early (717)

Asleep

The Doomed—regard the Sunrise

I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent (243)

There is a Shame of Nobleness (551)

She died—this was the way she died

Letter 296 (Cambridge, November 1864) Lavinia N. Dickinson

Letter 351 (about 1870) Mrs. J. G. Holland

One Life of so much Consequence!

Within my reach!

’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch

Glowing is her Bonnet

Her breast is fit for pearls

Come Slowly—Eden

The Sky is Low--- the Clouds are mean (poem by E.D.)

Emily Bailey (ft. Mia Lane, Alan Watts, Asra Prester, Souleymane Diamanka & Emily Dickinson)

341 (June 1870?) Samuel Bowles

Letter 218 (about 1860) Mrs. Horace Ward

Lost Faith