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Emily Dickinson

• In Rags Mysterious As These
• In Snow Thou Comest
• In This Short Life
• In Winter In My Room
• Inconceivably Solemn!
• Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss
• Is It Dead—find It -
• Is It Too Late To Touch You, Dear?
• Is It True, Dear Sue?
• It Always Felt To Me—a Wrong -
• It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon
• It Can'T Be "Summer"!
• It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow
• It Did Not Surprise Me
• It Don'T Sound So Terrible—quite—as It Did - P
• It Dropped So Low In My Regard
• It Feels A Shame To Be Alive
• It Is A Lonesome Glee
• It Is An Honorable Thought,
• It Is Easy To Work When The Soul Is At Play
• It Knew No Lapse, Nor Diminuation
• It Knew No Medicine
• It Makes No Difference Abroad
• It Might Be Lonelier
• It Sifts From Leaden Sieves
• It sounded as if the Streets were running
• It stole along so stealthy
• It Struck Me Every Day
• It Tossed—and Tossed -
• It Troubled Me As Once I Was
• It Was A Grave, Yet Bore No Stone
• It Was Given To Me By The Gods
• It Was Not Death, For I Stood Up,
• It Was Too Late For Man
• It Will Be Summer—eventually -
• It Would Have Starved A Gnat
• It Would Never Be Common—more—i Said - P
• It's All I Have To Bring Today
• It's Coming—the Postponeless Creature -
• It's Easy To Invent A Life
• It's Like The Light, --
• It's Such A Little Thing To Weep
• It's Thoughts—and Just One Heart -
• Jesus! Thy Crucifix
• Joy To Have Merited The Pain
• Judgment is justest
• Just As He Spoke It From His Hands
• Just Lost, When I Was Saved!
• Kill Your Balm—and Its Odors Bless You -
• Knows How To Forget!