Poems by Author

Poems by - Emily Dickinson

Sleep is supposed to be

By Emily Dickinson

I envy seas whereon he rides

By Emily Dickinson

I shall know why, when time is over

By Emily Dickinson

A solemn thing it was, I said

By Emily Dickinson

I never lost as much but twice

By Emily Dickinson

The springtime's pallid landscape

By Emily Dickinson

I bring an unaccustomed wine

By Emily Dickinson

She slept beneath a tree

By Emily Dickinson

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized

By Emily Dickinson

A light exists in spring

By Emily Dickinson

We play at paste

By Emily Dickinson

A lady red upon the hill

By Emily Dickinson

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