A Dew sufficed itself -
And satisfied a Leaf
And thought "How vast a Destiny"!
"How trivial is Life!"
The Sun went out to work -
The Day went out to play -
But not again that Dew be seen
By Physiognomy -
Whether by Day abducted -
Or emptied by the Sun
Into the Sea - in passing -
Eternally unknown.
Attested to this Day
That awful Tragedy
By Transport's instability
And Doom's celerity.
Emily Dickinson
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...