Emily Dickinson: She went as quiet as the Dew From an accustomed fl
She went as quiet as the Dew
From an accustomed flower.
Not like the Dew, did she return
At the accustomed hour!
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve -
Less skillful than Le Verriere
It's sorer to believe.
Emily Dickinson
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Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...