| A bird came down the walk |
| A clock stopped?not the mantel's |
| A door just opened on a street? |
| A drop fell on the apple tree |
| After a hundred years |
| A light exists in spring |
| A little road not made of man |
| "A long, long sleep, a famous sleep" |
| Ample make this bed |
| A narrow fellow in the grass |
| An everywhere of silver |
| A shady friend for torrid days |
| A thought went up my mind to-day |
| Because I could not stop for Death |
| Before you thought of spring |
| Death sets a thing significant |
| Delight becomes pictorial |
| Departed to the judgment |
| Each life converges to some centre |
| For each ecstatic instant |
| God gave a loaf to every bird |
| God made a little gentian |
| God permits industrious angels |
| "Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him?" |
| Good night! which put the candle out? |
| Heaven is what I cannot reach! |
| He fumbles at your spirit |
| Her final summer was it |
| Hope is the thing with feathers |
| I breathed enough to learn the trick |
| I cannot live with you |
| "I died for beauty, but was scarce" |
| I dreaded that first robin so |
| I felt a cleaving in my mind |
| I felt a funeral in my brain |
| If I can stop one heart from breaking |
| I found the phrase to every thought |
| If you were coming in the fall |
| I had been hungry all the years |
| "I had no time to hate, because" |
| I heard a fly buzz when I died |
| I held a jewel in my fingers |
| I know a place where summer strives |
| I like to see it lap the miles |
| I lived on dread: to those who know |
| "I'll tell you how the sun rose,?" |
| I meant to find her when I came |
| I measure every grief I meet |
| I'm nobody! Who are you? |
| "I never hear the word "escape" |
| I never saw a moor |
| I stepped from plank to plank |
| I taste a liquor never brewed |
| It dropped so low in my regard |
| It is an honorable thought |
| It's all I have to bring to-day |
| "It's like the light,?" |
| It struck me everyday |
| "It was not death, for I stood up" |
| "I went to heaven,?" |
| I years had been from home |
| Like trains of cars on tracks of plush |
| Me! Come! My dazzled face |
| My life closed twice before it close |
| My nosegays are for captives |
| Nature rarer uses yellow |
| "Nature, the gentlest mother" |
| Not in this world to see his face |
| Of all the souls that stand create |
| One need not be a chamber to be ha |
| Our journey had advanced |
| Pain has an element of blank |
| Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn |
| Safe in their alabaster chambers |
| "She rose to his requirement, dropped" |
| She sweeps with many-colored brooms |
| So bashful when I spied her |
| So proud she was to die |
| The brain within its groove |
| The bustle in a house |
| The cricket sang |
| "The day came so slow, till five o'clock" |
| "The dying need but little, dear,?" |
| The heart asks pleasure first |
| "The nearest dream recedes, unrealized" |
| The only ghost I ever saw |
| The pedigree of honey |
| There is no frigate like a book |
| There's a certain slant of light |
| There's been a death in the opposite house |
| The show is not the show |
| "The sky is low, the clouds are mean" |
| The thought beneath so slight a film |
| The wind begun to rock the grass |
| The wind tapped like a tired man |
| "They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars" |
| They say that 'time assuages'? |
| This is my letter to the world |
| This is the land the sunset washes |
| "Tie the strings to my life, my Lord" |
| To my quick ear the leaves conferred |
| T was just this time last year I died |
| Two butterflies went out at noon |
| Victory comes late |
| "We like March, his shoes are purple" |
| We outgrow love like other things |
| We play at paste |
| Wild nights! Wild nights! |
| "You left me, sweet, two legacies,?" |