Over 100 best-known, best-loved poems by one of America's foremost poets, reprinted from authoritative early editions. No comparable edition at this price. Includes 3 selections from the Common Core State Standards Initiative.

A bird came down the walk A clock stopped?not the mantel's A door just opened on a street? A drop fell on the apple tree After a hundred years A light exists in spring A little road not made of man "A long, long sleep, a famous sleep" Ample make this bed A narrow fellow in the grass An everywhere of silver A shady friend for torrid days A thought went up my mind to-day Because I could not stop for Death Before you thought of spring Death sets a thing significant Delight becomes pictorial Departed to the judgment Each life converges to some centre For each ecstatic instant God gave a loaf to every bird God made a little gentian God permits industrious angels "Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him?" Good night! which put the candle out? Heaven is what I cannot reach! He fumbles at your spirit Her final summer was it Hope is the thing with feathers I breathed enough to learn the trick I cannot live with you "I died for beauty, but was scarce" I dreaded that first robin so I felt a cleaving in my mind I felt a funeral in my brain If I can stop one heart from breaking I found the phrase to every thought If you were coming in the fall I had been hungry all the years "I had no time to hate, because" I heard a fly buzz when I died I held a jewel in my fingers I know a place where summer strives I like to see it lap the miles I lived on dread: to those who know "I'll tell you how the sun rose,?" I meant to find her when I came I measure every grief I meet I'm nobody! Who are you? "I never hear the word "escape" I never saw a moor I stepped from plank to plank I taste a liquor never brewed It dropped so low in my regard It is an honorable thought It's all I have to bring to-day "It's like the light,?" It struck me everyday "It was not death, for I stood up" "I went to heaven,?" I years had been from home Like trains of cars on tracks of plush Me! Come! My dazzled face My life closed twice before it close My nosegays are for captives Nature rarer uses yellow "Nature, the gentlest mother" Not in this world to see his face Of all the souls that stand create One need not be a chamber to be haunted Our journey had advanced Pain has an element of blank Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn Safe in their alabaster chambers "She rose to his requirement, dropped" She sweeps with many-colored brooms So bashful when I spied her So proud she was to die The brain within its groove The bustle in a house The cricket sang "The day came so slow, till five o'clock" "The dying need but little, dear,?" The heart asks pleasure first "The nearest dream recedes, unrealized" The only ghost I ever saw The pedigree of honey There is no frigate like a book There's a certain slant of light There's been a death in the opposite house The show is not the show "The sky is low, the clouds are mean" The thought beneath so slight a film The wind begun to rock the grass The wind tapped like a tired man "They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars" They say that 'time assuages'? This is my letter to the world This is the land the sunset washes "Tie the strings to my life, my Lord" To my quick ear the leaves conferred T was just this time last year I died Two butterflies went out at noon Victory comes late "We like March, his shoes are purple" We outgrow love like other things We play at paste Wild nights! Wild nights! "You left me, sweet, two legacies,?"