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It's Such a Little Thing It's such a little thing to weep, So short a thing to sigh; And yet by trades the size of these We men and women die! Poet: Emily Dickinson	Life Life our share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning. Here a star, and there a star, Some lose their way. Here a mist, and there a mist, Afterwards—day! A BOOK HE... Poet: Emily Dickinson	Love Choice of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intrinsic, stand, And this brief tragedy of flesh Is shifted like... Poet: Emily Dickinson	Nature The waking YEAR A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps! The tidy breezes with their brooms Sweep vail, and hill, and tree! Prithee, my pretty housewives! Who... Poet: Emily Dickinson
Time and Eternity Too late delayed till she had ceased to know, Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay: An hour behind the fleeting breath, Later by just an hour than death,— Oh, lagging yesterday! Could she have guessed that it would be... Poet: Emily Dickinson	Morning Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they? Has it feet like water lilies? Has it feathers like a bird? Is it brought from famous countries Of which I ’ve never... Poet: Emily Dickinson	Found Wanting Belshazzar had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation’s wall. Poet: Emily Dickinson	Heaven I Never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be. I never spake with God, Nor visited in heaven; Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given. Poet: Emily Dickinson