I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.
From: Selected Poems Of Emily Dickinson: Searing Vision of Life, Passion, Death and Beyond.
Here is an index of her first lines from Bartleby.