Snow Flakes
I counted till they danced soTheir slippers leaped the town –And then I took a pencilTo note the rebels down –And then they grew so jollyI did resign the prig –And ten of my once stately toesAre marshalled for a jig! Emily Dickinson
The Poets light but Lamps —
Themselves — go out —The Wicks they stimulateIf vital Light Inhere as do the Suns —Each Age a LensDisseminating theirCircumference — Emily Dickinson
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –He bit an Angle Worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw, And then, he drank a DewFrom a convenient Grass –And then hopped sidewise to the Wall To let a Beetle pass – He glanced with rapid eyes,That hurried all abroad –They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,He […]