Emily Dickinson Poems
- 2401. The Future'never Spoke
The Futureâ??never spokeâ??
- 2402. It Struck Me Every Day
It struck me every day
The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit
- 2403. There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
There cam a Wind like a Bugle -
It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat
- 2404. Come Slowly
Eden Lips unused to thee.