Emily Dickinson

Posted: 31st December 2011 by Silwile in Uncategorized

GONE

WENT up a year this evening! /  I recollect it well! / Amid no bells nor bravos / The bystanders will tell! /  Cheerful, as to the village, /  Tranquil, as to repose, /  Chastened, as to the chapel, /  This humble tourist rose. /  Did not talk of returning, /  Allude to no time /  When, were the gales propitious, /  We might look for him; /  Was grateful for the roses /  In life’s diverse bouquet, /  Talked softly of new species /  To pick another day. /  Beguiling thus the wonder, /  The wondrous nearer drew; /  Hands bustled at the moorings — /  The crowded from our vision /  To countenances new! /  A difference, a daisy, /  Is all the rest I knew!

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