I rose - because He sank -
I thought it would be opposite -
But when his power bent -
My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince -
I sang firm - even - Chants -
I helped his Film - with Hymn -
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff -
I gave him -
Balm - for Balm -
I told him Best - must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh -
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave -
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew -
Who recollected us
If we were true -
And so with Thews of Hymn -
And Sinew from within -
And ways I knew not that I knew - till then -
I lifted Him.
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...