Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| ALL overgrown by cunning moss, | |
| All interspersed with weed, | |
| The little cage of “Currer Bell”, | |
| In quiet Haworth laid. | |
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| This bird, observing others, | 5 |
| When frosts too sharp became, | |
| Retire to other latitudes, | |
| Quietly did the same. | |
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| But differed in returning; | |
| Since Yorkshire hills are green, | 10 |
| Yet not in all the nests I meet | |
| Can nightingale be seen. | |
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| Gathered from any wanderings, | |
| Gethsemane can tell | |
| Through what transporting anguish | 15 |
| She reached the asphodel! | |
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| Soft falls the sounds of Eden | |
| Upon her puzzled ear; | |
| Oh, what an afternoon for heaven, | |
| When Brontë entered there! | 20 |
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