She lay as if at play
Her life had leaped away -
Intending to return -
But not so soon -
Her merry Arms, half dropt -
As if for lull of sport -
An instant had forgot -
The Trick to start -
Her dancing Eyes - ajar -
As if their Owner were
Still sparkling through
For fun - at you -
Her Morning at the door -
Devising, I am sure -
To force her sleep -
So light - so deep.
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...