So Bashful When I Spied Her (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) So breathless till I passed here -- So helpless when I turned And bore her struggling, blushing... continue reading
Success Is Counted Sweetest (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. continue reading
There Is Another Sky (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there... continue reading
There's A Certain Slant Of Light (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons -- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes... continue reading
Tho' my Destiny Be Fustian (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) Tho' my destiny be Fustian -- Hers be damask fine -- Tho' she wear a silver apron -- I, a less divine... continue reading
To Die -- Just A Little While (by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)) To die -- takes just a little while -- They say it doesn't hurt -- It's only fainter -- by degrees -- And then -- it's out of sight -- continue reading
