Exhilaration - is within -
There can no Outer Wine
So royally intoxicate
As that diviner Brand
The Soul achieves - Herself -
To drink - or set away
For Visiter - Or Sacrament -
'Tis not of Holiday
To stimulate a Man
Who hath the Ample Rhine
Within his Closet - Best you can
Exhale in offering.
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...