• Because I could not Stop for Death
  • Death Sets a Thing Significant
  • Each Ecstatic Instant
  • I felt a Funeral in the Brain
  • I Cannot Live With You
  • I died for Beauty
  • I Measure Every Grief
  • I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
  • It was Not Death
  • Hope is the Thing with Feathers
  • T'is so Much Joy
  • Success is Counted Sweetest
  • Much Madness
  • No Time to Hate
  • Hungry all These Years
  • I Heard A Fly Buzz When I Died
  • God Gave A Loaf To Every Bird
  • I'm Nobody
  • T'is So Much Joy

    By: Emily Dickinson

    ’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
    If I should fail, what poverty!
    And yet, as poor as I
    Have ventured all upon a throw;
    Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
    This side the victory!

    Life is but life, and death but death!
    Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
    And if, indeed, I fail,
    At least to know the worst is sweet.
    Defeat means nothing but defeat,
    No drearier can prevail!

    And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea,
    Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
    At first repeat it slow!
    For heaven is a different thing
    Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
    And might o’erwhelm me so!



    By: Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson Poems