A
LIGHT
EXISTS
IN SPRING
.
A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
.
A colour stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human nature feels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
.
Emily Dickinson
1 comment:
Dickinson hits the metaphysical nail on the head every time,i love this poem.
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