Poems by Author

Poems by - Emily Dickinson

Faith is a fine invention

By Emily Dickinson

How the old mountains drip with sunset

By Emily Dickinson

Except the heaven had come so near

By Emily Dickinson

The murmuring of bees has ceased

By Emily Dickinson

Portraits are to daily faces

By Emily Dickinson

This world is not conclusion

By Emily Dickinson

I took my power in my hand

By Emily Dickinson

We learn in the retreating

By Emily Dickinson

A shady friend for torrid days

By Emily Dickinson

They say that 'time assuages,'

By Emily Dickinson

Each life converges to some centre

By Emily Dickinson

We cover thee, sweet face

By Emily Dickinson

685-696