He gave away his Life -
To Us - Gigantic Sum -
A trifle - in his own esteem -
But magnified - by Fame -
Until it burst the Hearts
That fancied they could hold -
When swift it slipped it's limit -
And on the Heavens - unrolled -
'Tis Ours - to wince - and weep -
And wonder - and decay
By Blossoms gradual process -
He chose - Maturity -
And quickening - as we sowed -
Just obviated Bud -
And when We turned to note the Growth -
Broke - perfect - from the Pod.
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...