A bird came
down the walk 
He did not know I saw ...
A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof ...
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am! ...
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
I had no time to
Hate
because the grave would hinder me ...
Nature the gentlest mother
Impatient of no child ...
Success is
counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed ...
The Soul
selects her own Society --
Then -- shuts the Door --
RESOURCES:
Emily
Dickinson Museum: The Museum consists of two historic houses in the center of Amherst, Massachusetts, closely associated with the poet Emily Dickinson and members of her family during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The Homestead was the birthplace and home of the poet Emily Dickinson. The Evergreens, next door, was home to her brother Austin, his wife Susan, and their three children.
Emily
Dickinson's Letters: Few events in American literary
history have been more curious than the sudden rise of Emily
Dickinson into a posthumous fame only more accentuated by the
utterly recluse character of her life and by her aversion to
even a literary publicity.
