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Emily Dickinson

• We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act -
• We—bee And I—live By The Quaffing - P
• Went Up A Year This Evening!
• Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee -
• What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer
• What Did They Do Since I Saw Them?
• What I See Not, I Better See
• What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
• What Inn Is This
• What Is— -
• What Shall I Do When The Summer Troubles
• What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So -
• What Soft—cherubic Creatures -
• What Would I Give To See His Face?
• When a Lover is a Beggar
• When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins - P
• When Diamonds Are A Legend
• When I Count The Seeds
• When I Have Seen The Sun Emerge
• When I Hoped, I Recollect
• When I Was Small, A Woman Died
• When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
• When Memory is full
• When Night Is Almost Done
• When One Has Given Up One's Life
• When Roses Cease To Bloom, Sir
• When The Astronomer Stops Seeking
• When We Stand On The Tops Of Things
• Where Bells No More Affright The Morn
• Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread
• Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss -
• Where Thou Art—that—is Home - P
• Whether My Bark Went Down At Sea
• Whether they have forgotten
• While Asters—
• While It Is Alive
• Who Court Obtain Within Himself
• Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men
• Who Never Lost, Are Unprepared
• Who Occupies This House?
• Who Were 'The Father And The Son'
• Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets
• Whose Are The Little Beds, I Asked
• Whose Cheek Is This?
• Whose Pink career may have a close
• Why Do I Love You, Sir?
• Why Do They Shut Me Out of Heaven?
• Why Make It Doubt—it Hurts It So -
• Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
• Will There Really Be A "Morning"?