Category Archives: Emily Dickinson on Nature
- Emily Dickinson – THE murmuring of bees has ceased
- Emily Dickinson – HOW the old mountains drip with sunset
- Emily Dickinson – OF bronze and blaze
- Emily Dickinson – A SLOOP of amber slips away
- Emily Dickinson – DRAB habitation of whom?
- Emily Dickinson – THE cricket sang
- Emily Dickinson – YOU’VE seen balloons set, haven’t you?
- Emily Dickinson – THE bat is dun with wrinkled wings
- Emily Dickinson – THE moon was but a chin of gold
- Emily Dickinson – COULD I but ride indefinite