The Sun - just touched the Morning -
The Morning - Happy thing -
Supposed that He had come to dwell -
And Life would all be Spring!
She felt herself supreme -
A Raised - Ethereal Thing!
Henceforth - for Her - What Holiday!
Meanwhile - Her wheeling King -
Trailed - slow - along the Orchards -
His haughty - spangled Hems -
Leaving a new necessity!
The want of Diadems!
The Morning - fluttered - staggered -
Felt feebly - for Her Crown -
Her unanointed forehead -
Henceforth - Her only One!
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...