This is my letter to the world * The soul selects her own society * Pain has an element of blank * Hope is the thing with feathers * I'm nobody! Who are you? * I'll tell you how the sun rose * I cautious scanned my little life * If you were coming in the fall * My river runs to thee * I reason, earth is short * I never lost as much but twice * I died for beauty, but was scarce * There came a wind, like a bugle * Safe in their alabaster chambers * I years had been from home * Love is anterior to life * I cannot live with you * My life closed twice before its close * I never saw a moor * To fight aloud is very brave * Because I could not stop for Death * A toad can die of light! * I heard a fly buzz when I died * I like to see it lap up miles * Before I got my eye put out * To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee * A narrow fellow in the grass * A bird came down the walk * What soft, cherubic creatures * I taste a liquor never brewed * Besides the autumn poets sing * The heart asks pleasure first * The sky is low, the clouds are mean * There's a certain slant of light * I felt a funeral in my brain * After great pain a formal feeling comes * I dwell in possiblity * Letters Letter to T.W. Higginson, April 15, 1862; Letter to T.W. Higginson, April 25, 1862; Letter to John L. Graves, April 1856; Letter to Otis P. Lord, December 3, 1882; Letter to Dr. and Mrs. J.G. Holland, summer 1862; Letter to Maria Whitney, summer 1883; Letter to Louise and Frances Norcross, July 1879; Letter to Sally Jenkins, December 1880; Letter to Susan Gilbert Dickinson, October 1883; Letter to Mrs. J.G. Holland, June 1884