Emily Dickinson

Note: I just posted a partial list of Love. If you would like to see all her poems, go here

Part Three: Love

Mine by the right of the white election!

You left me, sweet, two legacies

Alter? When the hills do

Elysium is as far as to

Doubt me, my dim companion!

If you were coming in the fall

I hide myself within my flower

That I did always love

Have you got a brook in your little heart

As if some little Arctic flower