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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

A dew sufficed itself

By Emily Dickinson

I found the phrase to every thought

By Emily Dickinson

His bill an auger is

By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets

By Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?

By Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite

By Emily Dickinson

Who never lost, are unprepared

By Emily Dickinson

The moon was but a chin of gold

By Emily Dickinson

I can wade grief

By Emily Dickinson

The bat is dun with wrinkled wings

By Emily Dickinson

I never hear the word "escape"

By Emily Dickinson

2029-2040