The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series One
Love, Poem 4: Suspense
by Emily Dickinson
Elysium is as far as to
Elysium is as far as to
In lands I never saw, they say
The brain within its groove
New feet within my garden go
The pedigree of honey
Apparently with no surprise
As by the dead we love to sit
Departed to the judgement
I lost a world the other day.
When I hoped I feared
The bee is not afraid of me
The Morns are meeker than they were
For each ecstatic instant
The rat is the concisest tenant.
At last to be identified!
Clotel's relationship with Horatio ends.
Is Heaven a physician?
If there be nothing new, but that which is
We play at paste
A young boy keeps a secret that has him passed from one household to the next. He is able to outsmart everyone he meets and becomes King of Hungary.
The mountain sat upon the plain
Who robbed the woods
David assists Peggotty with Mr. Barkis' affairs. Not unlike Steerforth, Little Em'ly is nowhere to be found.
The tombstone.