Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series One

“We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.””

— Emily Dickinson

“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,”

— Emily Dickinson

“The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.””

— Emily Dickinson

“Those who have not found the heaven below,will fail of it above.””

— Emily Dickinson

“They say that “time assuages,””

— Emily Dickinson

“That it will never come againIs what makes life so sweet.””

— Emily Dickinson

“Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself, Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain.””

— Emily Dickinson

“The Poets light but Lamps-Themselves-go out-””

— Emily Dickinson

“The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills,And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills!””

— Emily Dickinson