The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Index
INDEX OF FIRST LINES
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A bird came down the walk:
91
A cap of lead across the sky
277
A charm invests a face
163
A clock stopped—not the mantel's;
249
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
204
A deed knocks first at thought,
37
A dew sufficed itself
135
Adrift! a little boat adrift!
246
A drop fell on the apple tree,
113
Adventure most unto itself
257
A face devoid of love or grace,
54
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
193
After a hundred years
225
Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain!
269
A lady red upon the hill
128
A light exists in spring
127
A little madness in the Spring
270
A little overflowing word
311
A little over Jordan,
300
A little road not made of man,
113
All circumstances are the frame
314
All I may, if small,
304
All overgrown by cunning moss,
250
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep
251
Alter? When the hills do.
145
Ambition cannot find him,
301
A modest lot, a fame petite,
70
Ample make this bed
214
A murmur in the trees to note,
130
An altered look about the hills;
80
A narrow fellow in the grass
91
An awful tempest mashed the air,
90
An everywhere of silver,
90
Angels in the early morning
119
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
28
Apparently with no surprise
122
A prompt, executive Bird is the Jay,
282
Arcturus is his other name,—
89
Are friends delight or pain?
60
A route of evanescence
86
As by the dead we love to sit,
207
As children bid the guest good-night,
118
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
132
As far from pity as complaint,
232
A shady friend for torrid days
34
Ashes denote that fire was;
60
A sickness of this world it most occasions
239
As if some little Arctic flower,
149
As imperceptibly as grief
103
A sloop of amber slips away
140
A something in a summer's day,
114
A spider sewed at night
94
At half-past three a single bird
76
A thought went up my mind to-day
27
A throe upon the features
223
At last to be identified!
196
At least to pray is left, is left
203
A toad can die of light!
250
A train went through a burial gate,
185
A triumph may be of several kinds
210
A word is dead
49
A wounded deer leaps highest,
6
B
Beauty crowds me till I die,
272
Because I could not stop for Death,
194
Before I got my eye put out,
35
Before the ice is in the pools,
245
Before you thought of spring,
80
Bereaved of all, I went abroad,
237
Besides the Autumn poets sing,
105
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
102
Bless God, he went as soldiers,
234
Bloom upon the Mountains, stated,
274
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
100
C
Candor, my tepid Friend,
302
Come slowly, Eden!
156
Could I but ride indefinite,
136
Could mortal lip divine
52
Crisis is sweet and, set of Heart
307
D
Dare you see a soul at the white heat?
20
Dear March, come in!
129
Death is a dialogue between
196
Death is like the insect
230
Death sets a thing significant
208
Delayed till she had ceased to know,
181
Delight becomes pictorial
26
Departed to the judgment,
182
Did the harebell loose her girdle
162
Distance is not the realm of Fox,
306
Doubt me, my dim companion!
146
Down Time's quaint stream
266
Drab habitation of whom?
139
Dropped into the Ether Acre!
286
Drowning is not so pitiful
50
Dust is the only secret,
300
E
Each life converges to some centre
34
Each that we lose takes part of us;
231
Eden is that old-fashioned House
301
Elijah's wagon knew no thill,
295
Elysium is as far as to
146
Essential oils are wrung:
215
Except the heaven had come so near,
33
Except the smaller size, no Lives are round,
257
Except to heaven, she is nought;
196
Exhilaration is the Breeze
260
Experiment to me
32
Exultation is the going
184
F
Fame is a fickle food
257
Far from love the Heavenly Father
251
Farther in summer than the birds,
102
Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
60
Father, I bring thee not myself—
172
Few get enough,—enough is one;
56
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture
61
Follow wise Orion
283
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
49
For Death,—or rather
285
For each ecstatic instant
22
Forever cherished be the tree
281
Frequently the woods are pink
98
From all the jails the boys and girls
56
From cocoon forth a butterfly
79
From us she wandered now a year
236
G
Give little anguish
313
Given in marriage unto thee
228
Glee! the great storm is over!
5
Glory is the bright tragic thing
263
Glowing is her Bonnet
280
God gave a loaf to every bird
31
God made a little gentian
105
God permits industrious angels
189
Going to heaven!
202
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him
259
Good night! which put the candle out?
37
Great streets of silence led away
223
H
Had this one day not been
310
Have you got a brook in your little heart
149
Heart not so heavy as mine
40
Heart, we will forget him!
172
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
49
"Heavenly Father," take to thee
298
He fumbles at your spirit
171
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow
36
He put the belt around my life
165
Her final summer was it
217
Her Grace is all she has
309
Her "Last Poems"
292
He touched me, so I live to know
174
High from the earth I heard a bird
132
His bill an auger is
135
His Cheek is his Biographer
298
His mind, of man a secret makes
264
Hope is a subtle glutton
48
Hope is the thing with feathers
19
How dare the robins sing
230
How destitute is he
306
How happy is the little stone
97
How many times these low feet staggered
186
How still the bells in steeples stand
51
How the old mountains drip with sunset
141
I
I bet with every Wind that blew, till Nature in chagrin
266
I breathed enough to learn the trick
243
I cannot live with you
150
I can't tell you, but you feel it
271
I can wade grief
21
I did not reach thee
315
I died for beauty, but was scarce
185
I dreaded that first robin so
85
I envy seas whereon he rides
175
If anybody's friend be dead
212
I felt a cleavage in my mind
57
I felt a funeral in my brain
238
If I can stop one heart from breaking
6
If I could tell how glad I was
309
If I may have it when it 's dead
244
If I should die
216
If I should n't be alive
199
I fit for them
290
I found the phrase to every thought
19
If pain for peace prepares
289
If recollecting were forgetting
58
If the foolish call them "flowers"
51
If tolling bell I ask the cause
244
If what we could were what we would
260
If you were coming in the fall
147
I gained it so
43
I gave myself to him
159
I had a daily bliss
64
I had a guinea golden
54
I had been hungry all the years
42
I had no cause to be awake
212
I had no time to hate, because
15
I have a king who does not speak
63
I have no life but this
157
I have not told my garden yet
205
I heard a fly buzz when I died
245
I held a jewel in my fingers
165
I hide myself within my flower
148
I know a place where summer strives
94
I know some lonely houses off the road
10
I know that he exists
45
I like a look of agony
186
I lived on dread; to those who know
216
I live with him, I see his face
174
I 'll tell you how the sun rose
121
I lost a world the other day
199
I many times thought peace had come
40
I 'm ceded, I 've stopped being theirs
153
I meant to find her when I came
238
I meant to have but modest needs,
23
I measure every grief I meet
61
Immortal is an ample word
234
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell!
293
I'm nobody! Who are you?
17
I'm thinking of that other morn,
293
I'm wife; I've finished that,
155
I never heard the word "escape"
22
I never lost as much but twice,
201
I never saw a moor,
188
I never told the buried gold
273
In lands I never saw, they say,
164
I noticed people disappeared,
211
In winter, in my room,
284
I read my sentence steadily,
204
I reason, earth is short,
192
Is bliss, then, such abyss
70
I see thee better in the dark,
288
I send two Sunsets —
278
I shall know why, when time is over,
200
Is Heaven a physician?
27
I should have been too glad, I see,
29
I should not dare to leave my friend,
222
I showed her heights she never saw —
308
I sing to use the waiting,
239
I started early, took my dog,
88
I stepped from plank to plank
71
I taste a liquor never brewed,
14
It can't be summer,—that got through;
104
It dropped so low in my regard
63
I think just how my shape will rise
224
I think that the root of the Wind is Water,
276
I think the hemlock likes to stand
125
It makes no difference abroad,
120
I took my power in my hand
33
It's all I have to bring to-day
144
It sifts from leaden sieves,
106
It's like the light, —
134
It sounded as if the streets were running,
97
It's such a little thing to weep,
50
It struck me every day
248
It tossed and tossed,—
30
It was not death, for I stood up,
221
It was too late for man,
197
I've got an arrow here;
171
I've seen a dying eye
188
I watched her face to see which way
288
I went to heaven,—
208
I went to thank her,
187
I wish I knew that woman's name,
237
I wonder if the sepulchre
244
I worked for chaff and earning wheat
65
I years had been from home,
44
J
Just lost when I was saved!
47
Just so, Jesus raps — He does not weary—
312
L
Lay this laurel on the one
225
Let down the bars, O Death!
201
Let me not mar that perfect dream
174
Life, and Death, and Giants
65
Lightly stepped a yellow star
279
Like brooms of steel
283
Like Men and Women shadows walk
272
Like mighty footlights burned the red
101
Like some old-fashioned miracle
279
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
116
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
185
Love is anterior to life,
167
Love reckons by itself alone,
305
Low at my problem bending,
289
M
March is the month of expectation,
275
Me! Come! My dazzled face
236
Mine enemy is growing old,—
38
Morning is the place for dew,
131
"Morning" means "Milking" to the Farmer
270
Morns like these we parted;
203
Much madness is divinest sense
9
Musicians wrestle everywhere:
46
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
184
My country need not change her gown,
32
My friend mast be a bird,
173
My life closed twice before its close;
52
My nosegays are for captives;
74
My river runs to thee:
150
My Wheel is in the dark,—
262
My worthiness is all my doubt,
166
N
Nature is what we see,
268
Nature, the gentlest mother,
75
New feet within my garden go,
108
No Autumn's intercepting chill
305
No brigadier throughout the year
107
No matter where the Saints abide,
309
No other can reduce
261
No rack can torture me,
198
No romance sold unto,
260
Not any higher stands the grave
232
Not any sunny tone
285
Not in this world to see his face
191
Not knowing when the dawn will come
130
Not one by Heaven defrauded stay,
290
Not when we know
295
Not with a club the heart is broken,
173
O
Of all the souls that stand create
156
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
122
Of bronze and blaze
140
Of Death the sharpest function,
266
Of so divine a loss
313
Of this is Day composed—
278
Of tribulation these are they
224
One blessing had I, than the rest
107
One day is there of the series
71
One dignity delays for all,
181
One need not be a chamber to be haunted, —
218
One of the ones that Midas touched,
83
One sister have I in our house,
256
On my volcano grows the grass, —
308
On such a night, or such a night,
214
On the bleakness of my lot
59
On this long storm the rainbow rose,
183
On this wondrous sea,
253
Our journey had advanced;
213
Our lives are Swiss,—
65
Our share of night to bear,
3
P
Pain has an element of blank;
13
Papa above! Regard a Mouse
295
Perception of an Object costs
261
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
110
Peril as a possession
258
Pigmy seraphs gone astray,
82
Pink, small, and punctual
108
Pompless no life can pass away;
211
Poor little heart!
170
Portraits are to daily faces
33
Prayer is the little implement
45
Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn
118
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
166
R
Read, sweet, how others strove,
13
"Remember me," implored the Thief—
296
Remembrance has a rear and front, —
66
Remorse is memory awake,
38
Reverse cannot befall the fine Prosperity
259
S
Safe Despair it is that raves,
312
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
182
She died at play,
269
She died, — this was the way she died;
218
She laid her docile crescent down,
233
She rose to his requirement, dropped
155
She slept beneath a tree
127
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
101
She went as quiet as the dew
15
Sleep is supposed to be,
200
So bashful when I spied her,
119
So, from the mould
276
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
72
So gay a flower bereaved the mind
263
Some Days retired from the rest
271
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
110
Some rainbow coming from the fair!
111
Some things that fly there be,—
10
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
207
So proud she was to die
240
So set its sun in thee,
310
Soul, wilt thou toss again?
4
South winds jostle them
99
"Sown in dishonor?"
296
Speech is a symptom of affection,
302
Split the lark and you 'll find the music,
169
Step lightly on this narrow spot!
203
Summer begins to have the look,
282
Summer for thee grant I may be
168
Superfluous were the sun
240
Superiority to fate
48
Surgeons must be very careful
25
Sweet hours have perished here;
235
Sweet is the swamp with its secret,
135
T
Taken from men this morning,
220
Talk with prudence to a beggar
36
That I did always love,
148
That is solemn we have ended, —
227
That Love is all there is,
303
That she forgot me was the least,
311
That short, potential stir
187
That such have died enables us
228
The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
137
The bee is not afraid of me
111
The blunder is to estimate,—
261
The body grows outside, —
39
The bone that has no marrow;
67
The brain is wider than the sky,
67
The brain within its groove
16
The bustle in a house
192
The butterfly obtains
272
The butterfly's assumption-gown,
121
The clouds their backs together laid,
188
The cricket sang
139
The daisy follows soft the sun,
198
The day came slow, till five o'clock,
77
The Devil, had he fidelity,
294
The difference between despair
264
The distance that the dead have gone
229
The Duties of the Wind are few
275
The dying need but little, dear,—
241
The Face we choose to miss,
312
The farthest thunder that I heard
58
The feet of people walking home
291
The Future never spoke,
267
The gentian weaves her fringes,
104
The gleam of an heroic act,
265
The grass so little has to do, —
112
The grave my little cottage is,
235
The healed Heart shows its shallow scar
313
The heart asks pleasure first,
7
The Hills erect their purple heads,
278
The incidents of Love
311
The inundation of the Spring
305
Their height in heaven comforts not,
209
The largest fire ever known
274
The last night that she lived,
190
The long sigh of the Frog
277
The Look of Thee, what is it like?
294
The luxury to apprehend
303
The missing All prevented me
263
The moon is distant from the sea,
164
The Moon upon her fluent route
279
The moon was but a chin of gold
137
The morns are meeker than they were,
124
The mountain sat upon the plain
120
The murmuring of bees has ceased;
142
The murmur of a bee
109
The mushroom is the elf of plants,
92
The nearest dream recedes, unrealized
18
The night was wide, and furnished scant
161
The Ones that disappeared are back,
281
The one that could repeat the summer day
95
The only ghost I ever saw
206
The overtakelessness of those
293
The past is such a curious creature,
68
The pedigree of honey
110
The props assist the house
265
The rat is the concisest tenant
98
There came a day at summer's full
152
There came a wind like a bugle;
93
There is a flower that bees prefer,
117
There is another Loneliness
262
There is a shame of nobleness
210
There is a solitude of space,
265
There is a word
170
There is no frigate like a book
53
There's a certain slant of light,
125
There's been a death in the opposite house
247
There's something quieter than sleep
242
The reticent volcano keeps
57
The right to perish might be thought
258
The robin is the one
78
The rose did caper on her cheek,
163
These are the days that Reindeer love
283
These are the days when birds come back,
123
The Sea said "Come" to the Brook,
304
The show is not the show,
26
The skies can't keep their secret!
86
The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
124
The soul selects her own society,
9
The soul should always stand ajar,
242
The Soul's superior instants
268
The Soul that has a Guest,
257
The Soul unto itself
25
The spider as an artist
133
The springtime's pallid landscape
126
The Stars are old, that stood for me—
314
The stimulus, beyond the grave
228
The suburbs of a secret
264
The sun just touched the morning;
77
The sun kept setting, setting still;
193
The thought beneath so slight a film
24
The treason of an accent
306
The way I read a letter's this:
160
The Winds drew off
276
The wind tapped like a tired man,
95
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
206
They say that "time assuages,"—
226
They won't frown always, — some sweet day
228
This is my letter to the world,
2
This is the land the sunset washes,
116
This merit hath the worst,—
41
This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies,
286
This was in the white of the year,
235
This world is not conclusion;
226
Those final Creatures, — who they are —
281
Though I get home how late, how late!
28
Three weeks passed since I had seen her, —
243
Through lane it lay, through bramble,
297
Through the straight pass of suffering
23
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
241
'T is an honorable thought,
229
'T is little I could care for pearls
48
'T is so much joy! 'T is so much joy!
4
'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou
231
'T is whiter than an Indian pipe,
233
To be alive is power,
259
To-day or this noon
288
To fight aloud is very brave,
12
To hang our head ostensibly,
66
To hear an oriole sing
83
To help our bleaker parts
68
To know just how he suffered would be dear;
189
To learn the transport by the pain,
43
To lose one's faith surpasses
64
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
169
To love thee, year by year,
307
To make a prairie it takes a clover
134
To my quick ear the leaves conferred;
131
Too cold is this
287
To pile the Thunder to its close,
314
To see her is a picture,
309
To tell the beauty would decrease,
307
To the staunch Dust we safe commit thee;
292
To this apartment deep
296
To venerate the simple days
50
'T was a long parting, but the time
154
'T was comfort in her dying room
287
'T was just this time last year I died,
252
'T was later when the summer went
123
'T was such a little, little boat
15
Two butterflies went out at noon
87
Two lengths has every day,
267
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar
194
U
Unto my books so good to turn
41
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
56
V
Victory comes late,
30
Volcanoes be in Sicily
305
W
Wait till the majesty of Death
219
Water is taught by thirst;
248
We cover thee, sweet face
227
We learn in the retreating
226
We like March, his shoes are purple,
130
We never know how high we are
53
We never know we go, — when we are going
248
Went up a year this evening!
219
We outgrow love like other things
173
We play at paste
19
We should not mind so small a flower,
291
We spy the Forests and the Hills,
273
We thirst at first, — 't is Nature's act;
249
What if I say I shall not wait?
166
What inn is this
221
What mystery pervades a well!
133
What soft, cherubic creatures
68
When Etna basks and purrs,
258
When I was small, a woman died
197
When night is almost done,
12
When roses cease to bloom, dear,
168
Where every bird is bold to go,
234
Where ships of purple gently toss
102
Whether my bark went down to sea,
15
While I was fearing it, it came,
53
Who has not found the heaven below
54
Who is it seeks my pillow nights?
298
Who never lost, are unprepared
21
Who never wanted, — maddest joy
69
Who robbed the woods,
87
"Whose are the little beds," I asked,
81
Who were "the Father and the Son"—
302
Wild nights! Wild nights!
161
Will there really be a morning?
76
Witchcraft has not a pedigree,
259
Within my reach!
6
Y
You cannot put a fire out;
69
You left me, sweet, two legacies, —
145
Your riches taught me poverty
157
You've seen balloons set, haven't you?
138