Emily Dickinson Poems
- 251. Nature-sometimes Sears A Sapling
- 252. I Can't Tell You-but You Feel It
- 253. One Year Ago-jots What?
- 254. There Is A Word
- 255. Of Brussels-it Was Not
- 256. To Die-takes Just A Little While
- 257. I Shall Know Why-when Time Is Over
- 258. There Is A June When Corn Is Cut
- 259. I Held A Jewel In My Fingers
- 260. Tell All The Truth
- 261. The Malay-took The Pearl
- 262. Ah, Moon-and Star!
- 263. Death Is Potential To That Man
- 264. The Sun Kept Stooping-stooping
- 265. Are Friends Delight Or Pain
- 266. The Admirations-and Contempts-of Time
- 267. I'll Clutch-and Clutch
- 268. Spring Is The Period
- 269. 'twas The Old-road-through Pain
- 270. Our Lives Are Swiss
- 271. As If The Sea Should Part
- 272. Only God-detect The Sorrow
- 273. God Permit Industrious Angels
- 274. If What We Could—were What We Would
- 275. Least Rivers-docile To Some Sea
- 276. We Thirst At First-'tis Nature's Act
- 277. Size Circumscribes-it Has No Room
- 278. I Haven't Told My Garden Yet
- 279. It Always Felt To Me-a Wrong
- 280. The Sea Said 'come' To The Brook
- 281. Sleep Is Supposed To Be
- 282. The Bustle In A House
- 283. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow On The Lawn
- 284. Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
- 285. At Least-to Pray-is Left-is Left
- 286. He Found My Being-set It Up
- 287. She Staked Her Feathers-gained An Arc
- 288. Heavenly Father
- 289. Not Probable-the Barest Chance
- 290. Best Gains-must Have The Losses' Test
- 291. It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
- 292. Her Breast Is Fit For Pearls
- 293. To Make One's Toilette—after Death
- 294. Me Prove It Now-whoever Doubt
- 295. A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some
- 296. I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick
- 297. The Birds Begun At Four O'clock
- 298. A Doubt If It Be Us
- 299. Midsummer, Was It, When They Died
- 300. A Murmur In The Trees—to Note
