Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| A LIGHT exists in spring | |
| Not present on the year | |
| At any other period. | |
| When March is scarcely here | |
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| A color stands abroad | 5 |
| On solitary hills | |
| That silence cannot overtake, | |
| But human nature feels. | |
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| It waits upon the lawn; | |
| It shows the furthest tree | 10 |
| Upon the furthest slope we know; | |
| It almost speaks to me. | |
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| Then, as horizons step, | |
| Or noons report away, | |
| Without the formula of sound, | 15 |
| It passes, and we stay: | |
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| A quality of loss | |
| Affecting our content, | |
| As trade had suddenly encroached | |
| Upon a sacrament. | 20 |
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