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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Two: Nature

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