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A great hope fell
A light exists in spring
A thought went up my mind today
A wife at daybreak I shall be
After great pain a formal feeling comes
Again his voice is at the door
Because I could not stop for Death
He fumbles at your soul
Heart! We will forget him!
Heaven has different signs to me
Her final summer was it
Hope is the thing with feathers
I came to buy a smile today
I cannot live with you
I cannot meet the spring unmoved
I died for beauty, but was scarce
I dwell in possibility
I envy seas whereon he rides
I felt a cleaving in my mind
I felt a funeral in my brain
I had a guinea golden
I had been hungry
I had no time to hate, because
I measure every grief I meet
I never saw a moor
I shall not murmur if at last
I sing to use the waiting
I thought the train would never come
I was the slightest in the house
I'll tell you how the sun rose
I'm nobody! Who are you?
I'm "wife" - I've finished that
If I can stop one heart from breaking
If I shouldn't be alive
If you were coming in the fall
It ceased to hurt me, though so slow
It's all I have to bring today
Much madness is divinest sense
My life had stood a loaded gun
Pain has an element of blank
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Rearrange a wife's affection
Remorse is memory awake
Success is counted sweetest
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
The first day's night had come
The grass so little has to do
The morns are meeker than they were
The soul should always stand ajar
The wind tapped like a tired man
There's a certain slant of light
They might not need me - yet they might
This is my letter to the world
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee
Too scanty twas to die for you
While we were fearing it, it came
You love me - you are sure
You said that I was great one day
Ik woon in al het moog’lijke
Dat proza overtreft
Een huis dat veel meer ramen
En tal van deuren heeft
Haar kamers zijn als ceders
Onneembaar voor het oog
Oneindig hoog haar balkendak
Tot aan de hemelboog
Nog mooier haar bezoekers
Bezetters van het oord
Het paradijs vergaren zij
Uit wat mijn hand verstrooit
I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior—for Doors—
Of Chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of Eye—
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
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