Went Up a Year This Evening!, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Went Up a Year This Evening!

Went up a year this evening!

I recollect it well!

Amid no bells nor bravoes

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!

Alluded 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 crown respectful grew—

Ascended from our vision

To Countenances new!

A Difference—A Daisy—

Is all the rest I knew!

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