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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

How still the bells in steeples stand

By Emily Dickinson

Have you got a brook in your little heart

By Emily Dickinson

If the foolish call them 'flowers,'

By Emily Dickinson

As if some little Arctic flower

By Emily Dickinson

Could mortal lip divine

By Emily Dickinson

My river runs to thee

By Emily Dickinson

My life closed twice before its close

By Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with you

By Emily Dickinson

We never know how high we are

By Emily Dickinson

There came a day at summer's full

By Emily Dickinson

While I was fearing it, it came

By Emily Dickinson

I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs

By Emily Dickinson

1861-1872