- A little bread -- a crust -- a crumb
- My River runs to thee
- A feather from the Whippoorwill
- Mama never forgets her birds,
- Emily Dickinson - Tho' my destiny be Fustian
- I met a King this afternoon!
- Emily Dickinson - A Wounded Deer -- leaps highest
- Emily Dickinson - To learn the Transport by the Pain
- Portraits are to daily faces
- Emily Dickinson - In Ebon Box, when years have flown
- 'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
- Wait till the Majesty of Death
- At last, to be identified!
- A fuzzy fellow, without feet,
- I cautious, scanned my little life
- Ah, Necromancy Sweet!
- Emily Dickinson - As if some little Arctic flower
- Emily Dickinson - If I could bribe them by a Rose
- Emily Dickinson - If I shouldn't be alive
- I lost a World -- the other day!
- A transport one cannot contain
- I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes
- What shall I do -- it whimpers so
- Make me a picture of the sun
- How many times these low feet staggered
- Emily Dickinson - He was weak, and I was strong -- then
- It's such a little thing to weep
- The Skies can't keep their secret!
- Poor little Heart!
- On this long storm the Rainbow rose
