On such a night, or such a night,
Would anybody care
If such a little figure
Slipped quiet from it's chair,
So quiet - Oh how quiet,
That nobody might know
But that the little figure
Rocked softer - to and fro -
On such a dawn, or such a dawn -
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie
For chanticleer to wake it -
Or stirring house below -
Or giddy bird in orchard -
Or early task to do?
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread -
And trudging feet from school -
Playmates, and holidays, and nuts -
And visions vast and small -
Strange that the feet so precious charged
Should reach so small a goal!
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...