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They might not need me — yet they might —

They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be …
They put Us far apart —

They put Us far apart —
As separate as Sea
And Her unsown Peninsula — …
They shut me up in Prose —

They shut me up in Prose —
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet — …
They talk as slow as Legends grow

They talk as slow as Legends grow
No mushroom is their mind
But foliage of sterility …
They won't frown always — some sweet Day

They won't frown always — some sweet Day
When I forget to tease —
They'll recollect how cold I looked …

Emily Dickinson
This Consciousness that is aware

This Consciousness that is aware
Of Neighbors and the Sun
Will be the one aware of Death …

Emily Dickinson
This docile one inter

This docile one inter
While we who dare to live
Arraign the sunny brevity …
This ev'ning, Delia, you and I

This ev'ning, Delia, you and I,
Have manag'd most delightfully,
For with a frown we parted; …

William Cowper
This heart that broke so long —

This heart that broke so long —
These feet that never flagged —
This faith that watched for star in vain, …
This is a Blossom of the Brain —

This is a Blossom of the Brain —
A small — italic Seed
Lodged by Design or Happening …
This is my letter to the World

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told — …

Emily Dickinson
This Me — that walks and works — must die,

This Me — that walks and works — must die,
Some fair or stormy Day,
Adversity if it may be …
This slow Day moved along —

This slow Day moved along —
I heard its axles go
As if they could not hoist themselves …
This was a Poet — It is That

This was a Poet — It is That
Distills amazing sense
From ordinary Meanings — …

Emily Dickinson
This was in the White of the Year —

This was in the White of the Year —
That — was in the Green —
Drifts were as difficult then to think …

Emily Dickinson
This — is the land — the Sunset washes —

This — is the land — the Sunset washes —
These — are the Banks of the Yellow Sea —
Where it rose — or whither it rushes — …

Emily Dickinson
Those fair — fictitious People —

Those fair — fictitious People —
The Women — plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime — …

Emily Dickinson
Those Names

The shearers sat in the firelight, hearty and hale and strong,
After the hard day's shearing, passing the joke along:
The "ringer" that shore a hundred, as they never were shorn before, …

Banjo Paterson
Those who have been in the Grave the longest —

Those who have been in the Grave the longest —
Those who begin Today —
Equally perish from our Practise — …
A thought on death

Alas! my thoughts, how faint they rise,
Their pinions clogg'd with dirt;
They cannot gain the distant skies, …

Ann Eliza Bleecker