Did you ever stand in a Cavern's Mouth -
Widths out of the Sun -
And look - and shudder, and block your breath -
And deem to be alone
In such a place, what horror,
How Goblin it would be -
And fly, as 'twere pursuing you?
Then Loneliness - looks so -
Did you ever look in a Cannon's face -
Between whose Yellow eye -
And your's - the Judgment intervened -
The Question of "To die" -
Extemporizing in your ear
Distinct as Satyr's Drums -
If you remember, and were saved -
It's liker so - it seems.
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...