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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Going

by EmilyDickinsonA Country BurialXXVGoing Going On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair, So quiet, oh, how quiet! That…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: At Length

by EmilyDickinsonXXVIIGhostsAt Length At Length Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life Developed…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Ghosts

by EmilyDickinsonAt LengthVanishedGhosts Ghosts One need not be a chamber to be haunted, One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Vanished

by EmilyDickinsonGhostsPrecedenceVanished Vanished She died, — this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Precedence

by EmilyDickinsonVanishedGonePrecedence Precedence Wait till the majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered footman Might dare to touch it now! Wait till in everlasting…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Gone

by EmilyDickinsonPrecedenceRequiemGone Gone Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravos The bystanders will tell! Cheerful, as to the village, Tranquil, as to…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Requiem

by EmilyDickinsonGoneXXXIVRequiem Requiem Taken from men this morning, Carried by men to-day, Met by the gods with banners Who marshalled her away. One little maid from playmates, One…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Void

by EmilyDickinsonTill the EndXXXVIIIVoid Void Great streets of silence led away To neighborhoods of pause; Here was no notice, no dissent, No universe, no laws. By clocks 't was morning…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Saved!

by EmilyDickinsonXXXVIIIXLSaved! Saved! Of tribulation these are they Denoted by the white; The spangled gowns, a lesser rank Of victors designate. All these did conquer; but the ones…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: Epitaph

by EmilyDickinsonIIIVEpitaph Epitaph Step lightly on this narrow spot! The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name…