Emily Dickinson

I Know That He Exists

I Know Where Wells Grow—droughtless Wells

I Learned—at Least—what Home Could Be

I Like A Look Of Agony

I Like To See It Lap The Miles,

I Live With Him—i See His Face

I Lived On Dread

I Lived On Dread; To Those Who Know

I Lost A World – The Other Day!

I Made Slow Riches But My Gain

I Make His Crescent Fill Or Lack

I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come

I Meant To Find Her When I Came

I Meant To Have But Modest Needs

I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)

I Ment To Find Her When I Came;

I Met A King This Afternoon!

I Never Felt At Home—below

I Never Hear The Word ‘Escape’

I Never Lost As Much But Twice

I Never Saw A Moor

I Never Told The Buried Gold

I Noticed People Disappeared

I Often Passed The Village

I Pay—in Satin Cash

I Play At Riches—to Appease

I Prayed, At First, A Little Girl

I Read My Sentence—steadily

I Reason, Earth Is Short

I Reckon—when I Count It All

I Robbed The Woods

I Rose—because He Sank

I Saw No Way—the Heavens Were Stitched

I Saw The Wind Within Her

I See Thee Better—in The Dark

I Send Two Sunsets

I Shall Keep Singing!

I Shall Know Why—when Time Is Over

I Should Have Been Too Glad, I See

I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend

I Showed Her Heights She Never Saw

I Sing To Use The Waiting

I Sometimes Drop It, For A Quick

I Started Early – Took My Dog

I Stepped From Plank To Plank

I Stole Them From A Bee

I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed

I Tend My Flowers For Thee

I Think I Was Enchanted

I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

I Think The Hemlock Likes To Stand

I Think The Longest Hour Of All

I Think To Live—may Be A Bliss

I thought the Train would never come

I Tie My Hat—i Crease My Shawl