Because I Could Not Stop for Death A Book The Bustle in a House Come Slowly, Eden! Death Sets a Thing Heart, We Will Forget Him! Hope is the Thing with Feathers I Felt a Funeral in My Brain I Went To Heaven My Life Closed Twice Before it Closed The Mystery of Pain A Narrow Fellow in the Grass The Only News I Know Success is Counted Sweetest Summer Shower There Is A Word This Is My Letter To The World A Thunderstorm We Like March When Roses Cease To Bloom, Dear
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!