To Interrupt His Yellow Plan, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To Interrupt His Yellow Plan

591

To interrupt His Yellow Plan

The Sun does not allow

Caprices of the Atmosphere—

And even when the Snow

Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy

Directly in His Eye—

Does not so much as turn His Head

Busy with Majesty—

’Tis His to stimulate the Earth—

And magnetize the Sea—

And bind Astronomy, in place,

Yet Any passing by

Would deem Ourselves—the busier

As the Minutest Bee

That rides—emits a Thunder—

A Bomb—to justify—

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