Date: 1892

"Remorse is memory awake, / Her companies astir."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"It's past set down before the soul, / And lighted with a match, / Perusal to facilitate / Of its condensed despatch."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Remorse is cureless,—the disease / Not even God can heal; / For 't is his institution,-- / The complement of hell."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"The body grows outside,-- / The more convenient way,-- / That if the spirit like to hide, / Its temple stands alway // Ajar, secure, inviting."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Behold the atom I preferred / To all the lists of clay!"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Futile the winds / To a heart in port,-- / Done with the compass, / Done with the chart."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind, / Thy windy will to bear!"

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"The broadest land that grows / Is not so ample as the breast / These emerald seams enclose."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"One need not be a chamber to be haunted, / One need not be a house; / The brain has corridors surpassing / Material place."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)

Date: 1892

"Winds of summer fields / Recollect the way,-- / Instinct picking up the key / Dropped by memory."

— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)