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In This Short Life

That only lasts an hour How much how little is Within our power

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A Bird Came Down A Book A Burdock Clawed My Gown A Charm Invests A Face A chilly Peace infests the Grass A Clock Stopped Not The Mantel’s A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky A Coffin is A Small Domain A Counterfeit – a Plated Person – A Darting Fear A Pomp A Tear A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some A Door Just Opened On A Street A Doubt If It Be Us A Drop Fell On The Apple Tree A Dying Tiger Moaned For Drink A Feather From The Whippoorwill A First Mute Coming A Fuzzy Fellow, Without Feet A Great Hope Fell A Happy Lip Breaks Sudden A House Upon The Height A Lady Red Amid The Hill A lane of Yellow led the eye A Light Exists In Spring A Little Bread A Crust A Crumb A Little Dog That Wags His Tail A Little East Of Jordan A little Madness in the Spring A Little Road Not Made Man A Little Snow Was Here And There A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I A Man May Make A Remark A Mien To Move A Queen A Moth The Hue Of This A Murmur In The Trees To Note A Narrow Fellow In The Grass A Nearness To Tremendousness A Night There Lay The Days Between A Pang is more conspicuous in Spring A Planted Life Diversified A Poor Torn Heart A Tattered Heart A Precious mouldering Pleasure A Prison Gets To Be A Friend A Route Of Evanescence A Science So The Savants Say A Secret Told A Sepal, Petal, And A Thorn A Shade Upon The Mind There Passes A Shady Friend For Torrid Days A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions A Single Screw Of Flesh A Slash Of Blue A Sloop of Amber slips away A Solemn Thing It Was I Said A Solemn Thing Within The Soul A Something In A Summer’s Day A South Wind Has A Pathos A Spider sewed at Night A Still volcano life A Thought Went Up My Mind To-Day A Throe Upon The Features A Toad Can Die Of Light! A Tongue to Tell Him I Am True! A Tooth Upon Our Peace A train went through a burial gate A Transport One Cannot Contain A Visitor In Marl A Weight With Needles On The Pounds A Wife At Daybreak I Shall Be A Wind That Rose A Word dropped careless on a Page A Wounded Deer Leaps Highest Abraham To Kill Him Absence Disembodies so Does Death Absent Place An April Day Adrift! A Little Boat Adrift! Afraid! Of Whom Am I Afraid? After A Hundred Years After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes Again His Voice Is At The Door Ah, Moon and Star! Ah, Teneriffe! Air has no Residence, no Neighbor All But Death, Can Be Adjusted All Circumstances Are The Frame All Forgot For Recollecting All I May, If Small All Men For Honor Hardest Work All Overgrown By Cunning Moss All The Letters I Can Write All These My Banners Be Alone, I Cannot Be Alter! When The Hills Do Although I Put Away His Life Always Mine! Ambition Cannot Find Him Ample Make This Bed. An Altered Look About The Hills An Antiquated Tree An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air An English Breeze An Everywhere Of Silver An Hour Is A Sea An Ignorance A Sunset And This Of All My Hopes And with what body do they come Angels, In The Early Morning Answer July Apology For Her Apparently With No Surprise Arcturus Arcturus Is His Other Name Are Friends Delight Or Pain Artists Wrestled Here! As By The Dead We Love To Sit As Children Bid The Guest Good Night As Everywhere Of Silver As Far From Pity, As Complaint As from the earth the light Balloon As Frost Is Best Conceived As If I Asked A Common Alms As If Some Little Arctic Flower As If The Sea Should Part As Imperceptibly As Grief As old as Woe As One Does Sickness Over As Plan For Noon And Plan For Night As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer As subtle as tomorrow As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies As Watchers Hang Upon The East At Last, To Be Identified! At Least to Pray is Left is Left Autumn Overlooked My Knitting Awake Ye Muses Nine, Sing Me A Strain Divine Away From Home Are Some And I Baffled For Just A Day Or Two Banish Air From Air Be Mine The Doom Beauty Be Not Caused It Is Because I Could Not Stop For Death Because The Bee May Blameless Hum Beclouded Bee! I’M Expecting You! Before He Comes We Weigh The Time! Before I Got My Eye Put Out Before The Ice Is In The Pools Before You Thought Of Spring, Behind Me Dips Eternity Bereaved Of All, I Went Abroad Bereavement In Their Death To Feel Besides The Autumn Poets Sing Besides This May Best Gains must Have The Losses’ Test Best Things Dwell Out Of Sight Best Witchcraft is Geometry Better than Music! For I who Heard It Between My Country and The Others Bird Blazing In Gold And Quenching In Purple Bless God, He Went As Soldiers Bloom Upon The Mountain stated Bound A Trouble Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup But Little Carmine Hath Her Face By A Flower by A Letter By Chivalries As Tiny By homely gift and hindered Words By My Window Have I For Scenery By Such And Such An Offering By the Sea Chartless Civilization Spurns The Leopard! Cocoon Above! Cocoon Below! Color caste denomination Come Slowly Conjecturing A Climate Conscious Am I In My Chamber Could Hope Inspect Her Basis Could I But Ride Indefinite Could i Do More for Thee Could I then shut The Door Could Live did Live Could mortal lip divine Crisis Is A Hair Crumbling Is Not An Instant’s Act Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat? Dear March – Come in Death Is A Dialogue Between Death is like the insect Death Is Potential To That Man Death Leaves Us Homesick, Who Behind Death Sets A Thing Of Signigicant Declaiming Waters None May Dread Defrauded I A Butterfly Delayed Till She Had Ceased To Know Delight Becomes Pictorial Delight Is As The Flight Denial Is The Only Fact Departed To The Judgment, Deprived Of Other Banquet Despair’s Advantage Is Achieved Did Our Best Moment Last Did The Harebell Loose Her Girdle Did We Disobey Him? Did You Ever Stand In A Cavern’s Mouth Distrustful Of The Gentian Do People Moulder Equally Don’T Put Up My Thread And Needle Doom Is The House Without The Door Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Down Time’s quaint stream Drab Habitation Of Whom? Drama’s Vitallest Expression Is The Common Day Dreams Are Well But Waking’s Better Dropped Into The Ether Acre Drowning is not so pitiful Dust Is The Only Secret Dying At My Music Dying! Dying In The Night! Dying! To Be Afraid Of Thee Each Life Converges To Some Centre Each Scar I’Ll Keep For Him Each Second Is The Last Elysium Is As Far As To Emancipation Embarrassment Of One Another Empty My Heart, Of Thee Ended, ere it begun – Endow The Living with The Tears Escape is such a thankful Word Escaping Backward To Perceive Essential Oils are Wrung Except The Heaven Had Come So Near Except To Heaven, She Is Nought Exclusion (The Soul Selects Her Own Society) Exhilaration is the Breeze Exhilaration is Within Expectation is Contentment Experience Is The Angled Road Exultation Is The Going Fairer Through Fading as The Day Faith Faith Is A Fine Invention Faith is The Pierless Bridge Faithful To The End Amended Fame Is A Bee Fame Is A Fickle Food (1659) Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave Fame Of Myself, To Justify Fate Slew Him, But He Did Not Drop Finding Is The First Act Finite to Fail, But Infinite To Venture First Robin Fitter To See Him, I May Be Flowers well if Anybody For Death or Rather For Each Ecstatic Instant For Every Bird A Nest For Largest Woman’s Hearth I Knew For This accepted Breath Forbidden Fruit A Flavor Has Forever At His Side To Walk Forever it Composed Of Nows Forget! The Lady With The Amulet Four Trees upon A Solitary Acre Frequently The Wood Are Pink From Blank To Blank From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly From The Chrysalis From Us She Wandered Now A Year Funny to Be A Century Further In Summer Than The Birds Garland For Queens, May Be Give Little Anguish Given In Marriage Unto Thee Glee The Great Storm Is Over Glory is that bright tragic thing Glowing Is Her Bonnet God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird, God Is A Distant stately Lover God Made A Little Gentian God Permit Industrious Angels Going To Heaven! Going To Him! Happy Letter! Tell Him– Good Morning Midnight Good Night, Because We Must Good Night! Which Put The Candle Out? Good To Hide, And Hear ‘Em Hunt! Gratitude is Not The Mention Great Caesar! Condescend Grief Is A Mouse Growth of Man – like Growth of Nature Had I Not This, Or This, I Said Had I Presumed To Hope Had we our senses Have Any Like Myself Have You Got A Brook In Your Little Heart He ate and drank the precious Words He Forgot and I remembered He Fought Like Those Who’Ve Nought To Lose He Found My Being set It Up He Fumbles At Your Soul He Fumbles At Your Spirit He Gave Away His Life He Outstripped Time With But A Bout He Parts Himself like Leaves He Preached Upon ‘Breadth’ Till It Argued Him Narrow He Put The Belt Around My Life He Strained My Faith He Told A Homely Tale He Touched Me, So I Live To Know He Was Weak, And I Was Strong then He Who In Himself Believes Heart, Not So Heavy As Mine Heart, We Will Forget Him Heaven Has Different Signs To Me Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind Heaven Is What I Cannot Reach! Heavenly Father Her Her Breast Is Fit For Pearls Her Final Summer Was It, Her Grace Is All She Has Her Last Poems Her Smile Was Shaped Like Other Smiles Her Sweet Turn To Leave The Homestead Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night Herein A Blossom Lies High From The Earth I Heard A Bird His Bill An Auger Is His Feet Are Shod With Gauze His Heart Was Darker Than The Starless Night His voice decrepit was with Joy Home Hope is a strange invention Hope Is The Thing With Feathers Houses - So The Wise Men Tell Me How Far Is It To Heaven? How firm Eternity must look How fits his Umber Coat How Fortunate The Grave How good to be alive! How Happy I Was If I Could Forget How Happy Is The Little Stone How Human Nature dotes How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights – How Many Flowers Fail In Wood How Many Times These Low Feet Staggered How Noteless Men, And Pleiads, Stand How Sick to Wait in Any Place but Thine How Slow The Wind How The Old Mountains Drip With Sunset How The Waters Closed Above Him How Well I Knew Her Not I am afraid to own a Body I Am Alive – I Guess I Am Ashamed i Hide I Asked No Other Thing I Bet With Every Wind That Blew I Breathed Enough To Learn The Trick, I Bring An Unaccustomed Wine I Came To Buy A Smile today I Can Wade Grief I Can’T Tell You but You Feel It I Cannot Be Ashamed I Cannot Buy It ’Tis Not Sold I Cannot Dance Upon My Toes I Cannot Live With You I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life I Could Bring You Jewels had I A Mind To I Could Die to Know I Could Not Drink It, Sweet I Could Not Prove The Years Had Feet I Could Suffice For Him, I Knew I Cried At Pity not At Pain I Cross Till I Am Weary I Died For Beauty I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce I Dreaded That First Robin, So I Dwell In Possibility I Envy Seas, Whereon He Rides I Fear A Man Of Frugal Speech I Felt A Cleaving In My Mind I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain I Felt My Life With Both My Hands I Found The Phrase To Every Thought I Gained It So I Gave Myself To Him I Got So I Could Take His Name I Had A Guinea Golden I Had Been Hungry All The Years- I Had No Cause To Be Awake I Had No Time To Hate, Because I Had Not Minded walls I Had Some Things That I Called Mine I Had The Glory that Will Do I Have A Bird In Spring I Have A King, Who Does Not Speak I Have Never Seen Volcanoes I Have No Life But This I Haven’T Told My Garden Yet I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died; I Held A Jewel In My Fingers I Hide Myself Within My Flower I Keep My Pledge I Know A Place Where Summer Strives I Know Lives, I Could Miss I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road I Know That He Exists I Know Where Wells Grow droughtless Wells I Learned at Least what Home Could Be I Like A Look Of Agony I Like To See It Lap The Miles, I Live With Him i See His Face I Lived On Dread I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know I Lost A World – The Other Day! I Made Slow Riches But My Gain I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come I Meant To Find Her When I Came I Meant To Have But Modest Needs I Measure Every Grief I Meet I Ment To Find Her When I Came; I Met A King This Afternoon! I Never Felt At Home below I Never Hear The Word ‘Escape’ I Never Lost As Much But Twice I Never Saw A Moor I Never Told The Buried Gold I Noticed People Disappeared I Often Passed The Village I Pay in Satin Cash I Play At Riches to Appease I Prayed, At First, A Little Girl I Read My Sentence steadily I Reason, Earth Is Short I Reckon when I Count It All I Robbed The Woods I Rose because He Sank I Saw No Way the Heavens Were Stitched I Saw The Wind Within Her I See Thee Better in The Dark I Send Two Sunsets I Shall Keep Singing! I Shall Know Why when Time Is Over I Should Have Been Too Glad, I See I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend I Showed Her Heights She Never Saw I Sing To Use The Waiting I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick I Started Early – Took My Dog I Stepped From Plank To Plank I Stole Them From A Bee I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed I Tend My Flowers For Thee I Think I Was Enchanted I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand I Think The Longest Hour Of All I Think To Live may Be A Bliss I thought the Train would never come I Tie My Hat i Crease My Shawl I Took My Power In My Hand I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing I Want It Pleaded All Its Life I Was The Slightest In The House I Watched The Moon Around The House I Went To Heaven,– I Went To Thank Her I Would Distil A Cup I Would Not Paint a Picture I Years Had Been From Home, I’Ll Clutch and Clutch I’Ll Send The Feather From My Hat! I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose I’M I’M Ceded i’Ve Stopped Being Theirs I’M Nobody! Who Are You? I’M Saying Every Day I’M Sorry For The Dead today I’M The Little I’M The Little Heart’s Ease I’M Wife I’Ve Finished That I’Ve Heard An Organ Talk, Sometimes I’Ve Known A Heaven, Like A Tent I’Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee I’Ve Nothing Else to Bring, You Know I’Ve Seen A Dying Eye Ideals Are The Fairly Oil If all the griefs I am to have If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing If Anybody’s Friend Be Dead If Blame Be My Side forfeit Me If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head If He Dissolve then there Is Nothing If He Were Living dare I Ask If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking If I Could Bribe Them By A Rose If I May Have It, When It’s Dead If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose If I Should Die If I Shouldn’T Be Alive If I’M Lost Now If It Had No Pencil If Nature Smiles – The Mother Must If Pain For Peace Prepares If Recollecting Were Forgetting If She Had Been The Mistletoe If The Foolish, Call Them Flowers If This Is Fading If Those I Loved Were Lost If What We Could Were What We Would If You Were Coming In The Fall, If Your Nerve, Deny You Image of Light, Adieu Immured in Heaven! Impossibility, Like Wine In Ebon Box, When Years Have Flown In Falling Timbers Buried In Lands I Never Saw they Say In Rags Mysterious As These In Snow Thou Comest In This Short Life In Winter In My Room Inconceivably Solemn! Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss Is It Dead Find It Is It Too Late To Touch You, Dear? Is It True, Dear Sue? It Always Felt To Me a Wrong It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon It Can’T Be Summer! It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow It Did Not Surprise Me It Don’T Sound So Terrible quite as It Did It Dropped So Low In My Regard It Feels A Shame To Be Alive It Is A Lonesome Glee It Is An Honorable Thought, It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation It Knew No Medicine It Makes No Difference Abroad It Might Be Lonelier It Sifts From Leaden Sieves It sounded as if the Streets were running It stole along so stealthy It Struck Me Every Day It Tossed and Tossed It Troubled Me As Once I Was It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone It Was Given To Me By The Gods It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up, It Was Too Late For Man It Will Be Summer eventually It Would Have Starved A Gnat It Would Never Be Common more i Said It’s All I Have To Bring Today It’s Coming the Postponeless Creature It’s Easy To Invent A Life It’s Like The Light, It’s Such A Little Thing To Weep It’s Thoughts and Just One Heart Jesus! Thy Crucifix Joy To Have Merited The Pain Judgment is justest Just As He Spoke It From His Hands Just Lost, When I Was Saved! Kill Your Balm and Its Odors Bless You Knows How To Forget! Least Bee That Brew Least Rivers docile To Some Sea Let me not mar that perfect Dream Let Us Play Yesterday Life is What We Make Of It Light Is Sufficient To Itself Lightly Stepped A Yellow Star Like Brooms of Steel Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes Like Flowers, That Heard The News Of Dews Like Her The Saints Retire Like Mighty Foot Lights burned The Red Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush Lives He In Any Other World Longing is like the Seed Love Is Anterior To Life Love is That Later Thing Than Death Love Reckons By Itself alone Love Thou Art High Low At My Problem Bending Luck is not chance Make Me A Picture Of The Sun Mama Never Forgets Her Birds Many A Phrase Has The English Language Many Cross The Rhine March is the Month of Expectation May-Flower Me From Myself to Banish Me Prove It Now whoever Doubt Me, Change! Me, Alter! Me! Come! My Dazzled Face Midsummer, Was It, When They Died Mine by The Right Of The White Election! Mine enemy is growing old More Life went Out when He Went Morning is The Place For Dew Morning means Morning Means Milking To The Farmer Morns Like These we Parted Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness Much Madness Is Divinest Sense Musicians Wrestle Everywhere Must Be A Woe Mute Thy Coronation My Best Acquaintances Are Those My Cocoon Tightens, Colors Tease My Eye Is Fuller Than My Vase My Faith Is Larger Than The Hills My First Well Day since Many Ill My Friend Attacks My Friend! My Friend Must Be A Bird My Garden like The Beach My Life Closed Twice My Life Had Stood My Nosegays Are For Captives; My Period Had Come For Prayer My Portion Is Defeat today My Reward For Being, Was This My River Runs To Thee My Soul accused Me and I Quailed My Wheel Is In The Dark My Worthiness Is All My Doubt Myself Was Formed a Carpenter Nature And God i Neither Knew Nature Is What We See Nature Rarer Uses Yellow Nature sometimes Sears A Sapling Nature The Gentlest Mother Is Nature, The Gentlest Mother, Never For Society New Feet Within My Garden Go No Bobolink reverse His Singing No Crowd That Has Occurred No Man Can Compass A Despair No Matter now sweet No Notice Gave She, But A Change No Other Can Reduce No Prisoner Be No Rack Can Torture Me No Romance Sold Unto Nobody Knows This Little Rose None Can Experience Sting Noon is The Hinge Of Day Not Not All Die Early, Dying Young Not any sunny tone Not In This World To See His Face Not Probable the Barest Chance Not Revelation ’Tis That Waits Not Sickness stains the Brave, Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test Not with a club, the Heart is broken Of All The Souls That Stand Create Of All The Sounds Despatched Abroad Of Being Is A Bird Of Bronze and Blaze Of Brussels it Was Not Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate Of Course i Prayed Of Nearness To Her Sundered Things Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe Of so divine a Loss Of Tolling Bell I Ask The Cause? Of Tribulation, These Are They Of Yellow was the outer Sky Oh Shadow on the Grass On A Columnar Self On my volcano grows the Grass On Such A Night, Or Such A Night On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose On This Wondrous Sea Once More, My Now Bewildered Dove One And One are One One Anguish in A Crowd One Blessing Had I Than The Rest One Crucifixion Is Recorded only One Day Is There Of The Series One Dignity Delays For All One Life Of So Much Consequence! One Need Not Be A Chamber To Be Haunted, One Sister Have I In Our House One Year Ago jots What? Only A Shrine, But Mine Only God detect The Sorrow Our Journey Had Advanced; Our Little Kinsmen after Rain Our Lives Are Swiss Our Share Of Night To Bear Ourselves Were Wed One Summer dear Out Of Sight? What Of That? Over And Over, Like A Tune Over The Fence Pain Pain Expands The Time Pain Has An Element Pain Has An Element Of Blank; Papa Above! Part Five: The Single Hound Partake As Doth The Bee Patience has A Quiet Outer Peace Is A Fiction Of Our Faith Perhaps I Asked Too Large Perhaps You Think Me Stooping Perhaps You’D Like To Buy A Flower Pigmy Seraphs gone Astray Poor Little Heart! Portraits Are To Daily Faces Praise it – ’tis dead – Prayer Is The Little Implement Precious To Me she Still Shall Be Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn Promise This when You Be Dying Proud Of My Broken Heart Publication Publication is The Auction Purple is Fashionable Twice Put Up My Lute! Read sweet how Others strove Rearrange a Wife’s affection! Rehearsal To Ourselves Remembrance has a Rear and Front Remorse – Is Memory – Awake – Removed From Accident Of Loss Renunciation Rest At Night Reverse Cannot Befall Revolution is the Pod Ribbons Of The Year Robbed By Death but That Was Easy Safe In Their Alabaster Chambers, Said Death To Passion Savior! I’Ve No One Else To Tell September’s Baccalaureate Severer Service Of Myself Sexton! My Master’s Sleeping Here Shall I take thee, the Poet said She Bore It Till The Simple Veins She could not live upon the Past She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades She Died At Play She Died this Was The Way She Died She Dwelleth In The Ground She Hideth Her The Last She Lay As If At Play She Rose To His Requirement She Slept Beneath A Tree She Sped As Petals Of A Rose She Staked Her Feathers gained An Arc She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms, She Went As Quiet As The Dew She’s Happy, With A New Content Shells From The Coast Mistaking Should You But Fail At sea Sic Transit Gloria Mundi Silence is all we dread Size Circumscribes it Has No Room Sleep Is Supposed To Be Smiling Back From Coronation Snow Beneath Whose Chilly Softness Snow Flakes So Bashful When I Spied Her! So From The Mould So Glad We Are a Stranger’D Deem So Has A Daisy Vanished So much of Heaven has gone from Earth So Much Summer So Proud She Was To Die So Set Its Sun In Thee So The Eyes Accost and Sunder So Well That I Can Live Without Soil Of Flint, If Steady Tilled Some Days retired from the rest Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church Some Rainbow coming From The Fair! Some Such Butterfly Be Seen Some Things That Fly There Be Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds Sometimes with the Heart Soto! Explore Thyself! Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again? South Winds Jostle Them Sown In Dishonor Speech is A Prank Of Parliament Speech is one symptom of Affection Split The Lark And You’Ll Find The Music Spring comes on the World Spring Is The Period STEP lightly on this narrow spot Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning Success Is Counted Sweetest Such Is The Force Of Happiness Summer For Thee, Grant I May Be Summer Shower Sunset At Night is Natural Superfluous Were The Sun Surgeons Must Be Very Careful Suspense is Hostiler Than Death Sweet Mountains ye Tell Me No Lie Sweet Safe Houses Sweet You Forgot But I Remembered Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost T Was Just This Time Last Year I Died. Take Your Heaven Further On Taking Up The Fair Ideal Talk With Prudence To A Beggar Teach Him When He Makes The Names Tell All The Truth Tell as a Marksman – were forgotten That After Horror that ‘Twas Us That Distance Was Between Us That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet That I Did Always Love That Is Solemn We Have Ended The Admirations and Contempts of Time The Angle Of A Landscape The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings The Battle Fought Between The Soul The Battlefield The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me The Beggar at the Door for Fame The Beggar Lad Dies Early The Bible Is An Antique Volume The Bird Must Sing To Earn The Crumb The Birds Begun At Four O’Clock The Birds Reported from the South The Black Berry wears A Thorn In His Side The Blue Jay The Body Grows Without The Brain is Wider Than The Sky The Brain Within It’s Groove The Bustle In A House The Butterfly In Honored Dust The Butterfly Obtains The Butterfly Upon The Sky The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown The Chariot The Chemical Conviction The Child’s Faith Is New The Clover’s simple Fame The Color Of A Queen, Is This The Color Of The Grave Is Green The Court Is Far Away The Cricket Sang, The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun The Day Came Slow The Day That I Was Crowned The Day Undressed Herself The Definition Of Beauty Is The Devil – had he fidelity The Difference Between Despair The Doomed regard The Sunrise The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea The Dust Behind I Strove To Join The Duties Of The Wind Are Few The Dying Need But Little, Dear,– The Earth Has Many Keys The Face I Carry With Me last The Face we choose to miss The Feet Of People Walking Home The Fingers Of The Light The First Day That I Was A Life The First Day’s Night Had Come The Flower Must Not Blame The Bee The Future never Spoke The Gentian Weaves Her Fringes The Going From A World We Know The Good Will Of A Flower The Grace myself might Not Obtain The Grass So Little Has To Do The grave my little cottage is The Guest Is Gold And Crimson The Hallowing Of Pain The Heart Asks Pleasure First The Heart Has Narrow Banks The Heaven Vests For Each The Hills erect their Purple Heads The Hills in Purple syllables The Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes The inundation of the Spring The Judge Is Like The Owl The Juggler’s Hat Her Country Is The Lady Feeds Her Little Bird The Lamp Burns Sure within The Last Night That She Lived The Leaves Like Women Interchange The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound The Lonesome For They Know Not What The Love A Life Can Show Below The Luxury To Apprehend The Malay took The Pearl The Manner Of Its Death The Martyr Poets did Not Tell The Missing All prevented Me The Months Have Ends the Years a Knot The Moon Was But A Chin Of Gold The Morning After Woe The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain The Mountains grow Unnoticed The Murmur Of A Bee The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants The Mystery Of Pain The Name of It is ‘Autumn’ The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized. The Night Was Wide, And Furnished Scant The Notice that is called the Spring The One Who Could Repeat The Summer Day The Only Ghost I Ever Saw The Only News I Know The Outer from The Inner The Pedigree Of Honey The Poets Light But Lamps The Power To Be True To You The Province Of The Saved The Railway Train The Rainbow Never Tells Me The Red blaze is The Morning The reticent volcano keeps The Road Was Lit With Moon And Star The Robin For The Crumb The Robin Is The One The Robin’s My Criterion For Tune The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman The Sea Said ‘Come’ To The Brook The Service Without Hope The Show Is Not The Show, The Skies Can’T Keep Their Secret! The Sky Is Low, The Clouds Are Mean, The Snow That Never Drifts The Soul Has Bandaged Moments The Soul Selects Her Own Society The Soul That Hath A Guest The Soul Unto Itself The Soul’s Distinct Connection The Soul’s Superior Instants The Spider as an Artist The Spider Holds A Silver Ball The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear The Spry Arms Of The Wind The Sun And Moon Must Make Their Haste The Sun Is Gay Or Stark The Sun just Touched The Morning The Sun Kept Setting setting still The Sun Kept Stooping stooping The Sunrise Runs For Both The Sunset Stopped On Cottages The Sweetest Heresy Received The Test Of Love is Death The Thought Beneath So Slight A Film The Tint I Cannot Take is Best The Trees Like Tassels hit and Swung The Truth is Stirless The Veins Of Other Flowers The Way I Read A Letter’s this The White Heat The Whole Of It Came Not At Once The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass The Wind Begun To Rock The Grass The Wind Didn’T Come From The Orchard today The Wind Tapped Like A Tired Man, The Wind Took Up The Northern Things The Winters Are So Short The Woodpecker The Words The Happy Say The Work Of Her That Went The World Feels Dusty The World Stands Solemner To Me The Zeroes taught Us phosphorous Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not There Are Two Ripenings one of Sight There Came A Day At Summer’s Full There Came A Wind Like A Bugle There comes a warning like a spy There Is A Finished Feeling There Is A Flower That Bees Prefer There Is A June When Corn Is Cut There Is A Languor Of The Life There Is A Morn By Men Unseen There Is A Pain so Utter There Is A Shame Of Nobleness There Is A Word There Is An Arid Pleasure There is another Loneliness There Is Another Sky There Is No Frigate Like A Book There is no Silence in the Earth There’s A Certain Slant Of Light There’s Been A Death In The Opposite House There’s Something Quieter Than Sleep These Are The Days When Birds Come Back These Fevered Days – to take them to the Forest These saw Visions These Tested Our Horizon They Ask But Our Delight They Called Me To The Window, For They Dropped Like Flakes They Have A Little Odor that To Me They Have Not Chosen Me, He Said They Leave Us With The Infinite They Put Us Far Apart They Say That ‘Time Assuages, They Shut Me Up In Prose They Won’T Frown Always some Sweet Day This Bauble Was Preferred Of Bees This Chasm, Sweet, Upon My Life This Consciousness That Is Aware This Dust, And Its Feature This Heart That Broke So Long This Is A Blossom Of The Brain This Is My Letter To The World, This Is The Land The Sunset Washes, This Merit Hath The Worst This Quiet Dust Was Gentlemen And Ladies This That Would Greet An Hour Ago This Was A Poet It Is That This Was In The White Of The Year This World Is Not Conclusion Tho’ I Get Home How Late how Late Tho’ My Destiny Be Fustian Those Fair fictitious People Those Who Have Been In The Grave The Longest Three Times we Parted breath and I Through Lane It Lay through Bramble Through The Dark Sod as Education Through The Strait Pass Of Suffering Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord, Till Death is Narrow Loving Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not Tis Anguish Grander Than Delight Tis Customary As We Part Tis Good The Looking Back On Grief Tis Little I could Care For Pearls Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So Tis One By One The Father Counts Tis Opposites Entice Tis So Appalling It Exhilarates Tis So Much Joy! Tis Sunrise Little Maid Hast Thou Tis True they Shut Me In The Cold To Be Alive is Power To Die To Die takes Just A Little While To Fight Aloud, Is Very Brave To Fill A Gap To Flee From Memory To Hang Our Head Ostensibly To Hear An Oriole Sing To Interrupt His Yellow Plan To Know Just How He Suffered Would Be Dear To Learn The Transport By The Pain To Lose One’s Faith Surpass To Lose Thee To Love Thee Year By Year To Make A Prairie To Make One’s Toilette After Death To Mend Each Tattered Faith To My Quick Ear The Leaves Conferred; To My Small Hearth His Fire Came To Offer Brave Assistance To One Denied The Drink To Own The Art Within The Soul To Put This World Down, Like A Bundle To See Her Is A Picture To the bright east she flies, To This World She Returned To Venerate The Simple Days To Wait An Hour is Long Tomorrow – whose location Too cold is this Too Little Way The House Must Lie Train Triumph may Be Of Several Kinds Trust In The Unexpected Truth is As Old As God Twas A Long Parting But The Time Twas comfort in her Dying Room Twas Crisis all The Length Had Passed Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch Twas Love not Me Twas Such A Little Little Boat Twas The Old Road Through Pain Twas Warm at First like Us Twice Had Summer Her Fair Verdure Two Butterflies Went Out At Noon Two Swimmers Wrestled On The Spar Two Travellers Perishing In Snow Two were Immortal Twice Twould Ease a Butterfly Unable Are The Loved To Die Uncertain Lease develops Lustre Under The Light, Yet Under Undue Significance A Starving Man Attaches Unfulfilled To Observation Unit, Like Death, For Whom? Unto Like Story trouble Has Enticed Me Unto Me? I Do Not Know You Unto My Books So Good To Turn Upon Concluded Lives Victory Comes Late Volcanoes be in Sicily Wait Till The Majesty Of Death Warm in her Hand these accents lie Water Makes Many Beds Water, Is Taught By Thirst We bee And I live By The Quaffing We Can But Follow To The Sun We Cover Thee sweet Face We Do Not Play On Graves We Don’T Cry tim And I We Dream it Is Good We Are Dreaming We Grow Accustomed To The Dark We Learned The Whole Of Love We Like March, His Shoes Are Purple, We Lose because We Win We Met As Sparks diverging Flints We Miss Her, Not Because We See We Outgrow Love, Like Other Things We Play At Paste, We Pray To Heaven We See Comparatively We Should Not Mind So Small A Flower We Talked As Girls Do We Thirst At First ’Tis Nature’s Act Went Up A Year This Evening! Wert Thou But Ill that I Might Show Thee What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer What Did They Do Since I Saw Them? What I See Not, I Better See What If I Say I Shall Not Wait! What Inn Is This What Is What Shall I Do it Whimpers So What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles What Soft cherubic Creatures What Would I Give To See His Face? When a Lover is a Beggar When Bells Stop Ringing church begins When Diamonds Are A Legend When I Count The Seeds When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge When I Hoped, I Recollect When I Was Small, A Woman Died When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side When Memory is full When Night Is Almost Done When One Has Given Up One’s Life When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir When The Astronomer Stops Seeking When We Stand On The Tops Of Things Where Bells No More Affright The Morn Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread Where Ships Of Purple gently Toss Where Thou Art that is Home Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea Whether they have forgotten While Asters While It Is Alive Who Court Obtain Within Himself Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared Who Occupies This House? Who Were ‘The Father And The Son’ Whole Gulfs – of Red, and Fleets Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked Whose Cheek Is This? Whose Pink career may have a close Why Do I Love You, Sir? Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven? Why Make It Doubt it Hurts It So Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Will There Really Be A Morning? Witchcraft Has Not A Pedigree Witchcraft Was Hung, In History With A Flower With Thee, In The Desert Within My Garden, Rides A Bird Within My Reach! Without This there Is Nought Wolfe Demanded During Dying Woodpecker, The work For Immortality Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours Yesterday Is History You Cannot Put A Fire Out You Constituted Time You Know That Portrait In The Moon You left me Sire two Legacies You Love Me you Are Sure You Love The Lord you Cannot See You Said That I You See I Cannot See your Lifetime You Taught Me Waiting With Myself You’Ll Find it When You Try To Die You’Ll Know Her by Her Foot You’Ll Know It as You Know ‘Tis Noon You’Re Right Your Riches taught Me poverty

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