A door just opened on the street
A drop fell on the apple tree
After a hundred years
Before I got my eye put out
Before the ice is in the pools
Before you thought of spring
Belshazzar had a letter
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him —
Going to heaven!
A train went through a burial gate.
A toad can die of light!
Awake, ye muses nine, Sing me a strain divine
A word left careless on the page
A wounded deer leaps highest
Because I could not stop for Death
Before you thought of spring
Besides the Autumn poets sing
Come slowly, Eden!
Except the heaven had come so near
Not knowing when the dawn will come
Great streets of silence led away
To learn the transport by the pain
To help our bleaker parts
To hear an oriole sing
Our share of night to bear
Frequently the woods are pink
The mountain sat upon the plain
The moon is distant from the sea
The moon was but a chain of gold
The skies can't keep their secret
Wild nights! Wild nights!
We outgrow love like other things
We shun it ere it comes
We play at paste
We shall find the cube of the rainbow
When night is almost done
Before you thought of spring
Because I could not stop for Death
