THE HUMMING-BIRD - A route of evanescence
A route of evanescence / With a revolving wheel;
I SEE thee better in the dark
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I SEE thee better in the dark,
I do not need a light.
The love of thee a prism be
Excelling violet.
I see thee better for the years
That hunch themselves between,
The miner's lamp sufficient be
To nullify the mine.
And in the grave I see thee best–
Its little panels be
A-glow, all ruddy with the light
I held so high for thee!
What need of day to those whose dark
Hath so surpassing sun,
It seem it be continually
At the meridian?
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE ROBIN - The robin is the one
The robin is the one / That interrupts the morn
VANISHED
She died, -- this was the way she died; / And when her breath was done,
ON my volcano grows the grass
ON my volcano grows the grass,– / A meditative spot,