Had I presumed to hope -
The loss had been to Me
A Value - for the Greatness'Sake -
As Giants - gone away -
Had I presumed to gain
A Favor so remote -
The failure but confirm the Grace
In further Infinite -
'Tis failure - not of Hope -
But resolute Despair -
Advancing on Celestial Lists -
With faint - Terrestrial power -
'Tis Honor - though I die -
For That no Man obtain
Till He be justified by Death -
This - is the Second Gain.
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...