The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Part 2

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PART TWO

NATURE


Chapters (not listed in original)

  2. My nosegays are for captives
  4. Nature, the gentlest mother
  5. Will there really be a morning?
  6. At half-past three a single bird
  7. The day came slow, till five o'clock
  8. The sun just touched the morning
  9. The robin is the one
  10. From cocoon forth a butterfly
  11. Before you thought of spring
  12. An altered look about the hills
  13. "Whose are the little beds," I asked
  14. Pigmy seraphs gone astray
  15. To hear an oriole sing
  16. One of the ones that Midas touched
  17. I dreaded that first robin so
  18. A route of evanescence
  19. The skies can't keep their secret!
  20. Who robbed the woods
  21. Two butterflies went out at noon
  22. I started early, took my dog
  23. Arcturus is his other name
  24. An awful tempest mashed the air
  25. An everywhere of silver
  26. A bird came down the walk
  27. A narrow fellow in the grass
  28. The mushroom is the elf of plants
  29. There came a wind like a bugle
  30. A spider sewed at night
  31. I know a place where summer strives
  32. The one that could repeat the summer day
  33. The wind tapped like a tired man
  34. Nature rarer uses yellow
  35. The leaves, like women, interchange
  36. How happy is the little stone
  37. It sounded as if the streets were running
  38. The rat is the concisest tenant
  39. Frequently the woods are pink
  40. The wind begun to rock the grass
  41. South winds jostle them
  42. Bring me the sunset in a cup
  43. She sweeps with many-colored brooms
  44. Like mighty footlights burned the red
  45. Where ships of purple gently toss
  46. Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
  47. Farther in summer than the birds
  48. As imperceptibly as grief
  49. It can't be summer,—that got through
  50. The gentian weaves her fringes
  51. God made a little gentian
  52. Besides the autumn poets sing
  53. It sifts from leaden sieves
  54. No brigadier throughout the year
  55. New feet within my garden go
  56. Pink, small, and punctual
  57. The murmur of a bee
  58. Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?
  59. The pedigree of honey
  60. Some keep the Sabbath going to church
  61. The bee is not afraid of me
  62. Some rainbow coming from the fair!
  63. The grass so little has to do
  64. A little road not made of man
  65. A drop fell on the apple tree
  66. A something in a summer's day
  67. This is the land the sunset washes
  68. Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
  69. There is a flower that bees prefer
  70. Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
  71. As children bid the guest good-night
  72. Angels in the early morning
  73. So bashful when I spied her
  74. It makes no difference abroad
  75. The mountain sat upon the plain
  76. I'll tell you how the sun rose
  77. The butterfly's assumption-gown
  78. Of all the sounds despatched abroad
  79. Apparently with no surprise
  80. 'Twas later when the summer went
  81. These are the days when birds come back
  82. The morns are meeker than they were
  83. The sky is low, the clouds are mean
  84. I think the hemlock likes to stand
  85. There's a certain slant of light
  86. The springtime's pallid landscape
  87. She slept beneath a tree
  88. A light exists in spring
  89. A lady red upon the hill
  90. Dear March, come in!
  91. We like March, his shoes are purple
  92. Not knowing when the dawn will come
  93. A murmur in the trees to note
  94. Morning is the place for dew
  95. To my quick ear the leaves conferred
  96. A sepal, petal, and a thorn
  97. High from the earth I heard a bird
  98. The spider as an artist
  99. What mystery pervades a well!
  100. To make a prairie it takes a clover
  101. It's like the light
  102. A dew sufficed itself
  103. His bill an auger is
  104. Sweet is the swamp with its secrets
  105. Could I but ride indefinite
  106. The moon was but a chin of gold
  107. The bat is dun with wrinkled wings
  108. You've seen balloons set, haven't you?
  109. The cricket sang
  110. Drab habitation of whom?
  111. A sloop of amber slips away
  112. Of bronze and blaze
  113. How the old mountains drip with sunset
  114. The murmuring of bees has ceased
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