Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be   by Emily Dickinson   Summer for thee, grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whippoorwill And Oriole—are do...

A touch of cold in the Autumn night - I walked abroad, And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge Like a red-faced farmer. I did not stop to speak, but nodded; And round abo...

If You Were Coming in the Fall   If you were coming in the Fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, As Housewives do, a Fly。 If I could see you in ...

(The fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold,bitter night.) Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy, In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement. Now see I That warmth‘s ...

  Solitary Wayfarer     In the deep shadows of the rainy july ,with secret steps, Thou walkest,silent as night ,eluding all watchers. Today the morning has ...

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Though you should lean above me broken-hearted. I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are ...

Evening Song LOOK off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they kiss in sight of all the lands. Ah! Longer, longer, we. Now i...

I‘m going out to clean the pasture spring; I‘ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I sha‘n‘t be gone long.--You come too. I‘m going ...

  His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world....

He who did not come, wasn‘t he determined Nonetheless to prganize and decorate my heart? If we had to exist to become the one we love, What would the heart have to create? Lovely...