A Thunderstorm
Emily Dickinson
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
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low, - He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves from trees And started all abroad; The dust did scoop itself like hands And throw away the road. The wagons quickened on the streets, The thunder hurried slow; The lightning showed a yellow beak, And then a livid claw. The birds put up the bars to nests, The cattle fled to barns; There came one drop of giant rain, And then, as if the hands That held the dams had parted hold, The waters wrecked the sky, But overlooked my father's house, Just quartering a tree.