I'm saying every day
"If I should be a Queen, tomorrow" -
I'd do this way -
And so I deck, a little,
If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
None on me, bend supercilious -
With "This was she -
Begged in the Market place -
Yesterday".
Court is a stately place -
I've heard men say -
So I loop my apron, against the Majesty
With bright Pins of Buttercup -
That not too plain -
Rank - overtake me -
And perch my Tongue
On Twigs of singing - rather high -
But this, might be my brief Term
To qualify -
Put from my simple speech all plain word -
Take other accents, as such I heard
Though but for the Cricket - just,
And but for the Bee -
Not in all the Meadow -
One accost me -
Better to be ready -
Than did next morn
Meet me in Arragon -
My old Gown - on -
And the surprised Air
Rustics - wear -
Summoned - unexpectedly -
To Exeter.
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...