| A Bird,
came down the Walk |
| A Man may
make a Remark |
| Because
I could not stop for Death |
| "Hope"
is the thing with feathers |
| I'm Nobody!
Who are you? |
| I felt
a Funeral, in my Brain |
| I
measure every Grief I meet |
| I
taste a liquor never brewed |
| I tie
my Hat - I crease my Shawl |
| Knows how to
forget! |
| My
Life had stood - a Loaded Gun |
| One
Sister have I in our house |
| Safe
in their Alabaster Chambers |
| Success
is counted sweetest |
| Tell
all the truth but tell it slant |
| The
Savior must have been a docile Gentleman |
| Wild nights
- Wild nights! |
| Besides the Autumn poets sing |
| A lane of Yellow led the eye |
| I like to see it lap the Miles |
| Color - Caste - Denomination |
| The Outlet |
| I could suffice for Him, I knew |
| A Day |
| Like Brooms of Steel |
| The Soul selects her own Society |
| I heard a Fly buzz |
| I cannot live with You |
| The Soul has Bandaged moments |
| It's all I have to bring today |
| We never know how high we are |
| If I should die |
| There's a certain Slant of light |
| My life closed twice before its close |
| Fame is a fickle food |
| To make a prairie |
| There is no frigate like a book |
| Dear March - Come in |
| The Soul unto itself |
| One day is there of the series |
| It was not Death, for I stood up |
| Luck is not chance |
| A Drop fell on the Apple Tree |
| Two Butterflies went out at Noon |
| Winter is good - his Hoar Delights |
| Come Slowly - Eden |