Emily Dickinson Poems
|1161.||You Constituted Time||1/13/2003|
|1162.||You Know That Portrait In The Moon||1/13/2003|
|1163.||You left me—Sire—two Legacies||1/13/2003|
|1164.||You Love Me—you Are Sure||1/1/2004|
|1165.||You Love The Lord—you Cannot See||1/1/2004|
|1166.||You Said That I||1/1/2004|
|1167.||You See I Cannot See—your Lifetime||1/1/2004|
|1168.||You Taught Me Waiting With Myself||1/13/2003|
|1169.||You'Ll Find—it When You Try To Die||1/1/2004|
|1170.||You'Ll Know Her—by Her Foot||1/1/2004|
|1171.||You'Ll Know It—as You Know 'Tis Noon||1/1/2004|
|1172.||Your Riches—taught Me—poverty||1/1/2004|
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
I Died For Beauty
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.