Emily Dickinson: And we are waiting for the Coach - It seems as tho
And we are waiting for the Coach -
It seems as though the Time -
Indignant - that the Joy was come -
Did block the Gilded Hands -
And would not let the Seconds by -
But slowest instant - ends -
The Pendulum begins to count -
Like little Scholars - loud -
The steps grow thicker - in the Hall -
The Heart begins to crowd -
Then I - my timid service done -
Tho' service 'twas, of Love -
Take up my little Violin -
And further North - remove.
Emily Dickinson
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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...