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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XV ("Their height in heaven")
by EmilyDickinsonXIVXVIXV Their height in heaven comforts not, Their glory nought to me; 'T was best imperfect, as it was; I 'm finite, I can't see. The house of supposition, The…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XIX ("I noticed people")
by EmilyDickinsonXVIIIFollowingXIX I noticed people disappeared, When but a little child, — Supposed they visited remote, Or settled regions wild. Now know I they both visited And…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXI ("If anybody's friend")
by EmilyDickinsonFollowingThe JourneyXXI If anybody's friend be dead, It 's sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive, At such and such a time. Their costume, of a Sunday…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVI ("I lived on dread")
by EmilyDickinsonXXVXXVIIXXVI I lived on dread; to those who know The stimulus there is In danger, other impetus Is numb and vital-less. As 't were a spur upon the soul, A fear will urge…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVII ("If I should die")
by EmilyDickinsonXXVIAt LengthXXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build…Poems by Emily Dickinson: III ("At least to pray is left")
by EmilyDickinsonIIEpitaphIII At least to pray is left, is left. O Jesus! in the air I know not which thy chamber is, — I 'm knocking everywhere. Thou stirrest earthquake in the South,…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXIV ("What inn is this")
by EmilyDickinsonRequiemXXXVXXXIV What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXVIII ("A throe upon the features")
by EmilyDickinsonVoidSaved!XXXVIII A throe upon the features A hurry in the breath, An ecstasy of parting Denominated "Death," — An anguish at the mention, Which, when to patience grown…Poems by Emily Dickinson: XL ("I think just how my shape will rise")
by EmilyDickinsonSaved!The Forgotten GraveXL I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be forgiven, Till hair and eyes and timid head Are out of sight, in heaven. I think just how…Poems by Emily Dickinson: VI ("A death-blow")
by EmilyDickinsonVVIIVI A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.