Emily Dickinson: Went to thank Her - But She Slept - Her Bed - a fu
Went to thank Her -
But She Slept -
Her Bed - a funneled Stone -
With Nosegays at the Head and Foot -
That Travellers - had thrown -
Who went to thank Her -
But She Slept -
'Twas Short - to cross the Sea -
To look upon Her like - alive -
But turning back - 'twas slow.
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...