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

Part Two: Nature

My nosegays are for captives
  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

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