SUMMER'S ARMIES - Some rainbow coming from the fair
Some rainbow coming from the fair! / Some vision of the world Cashmere
CHILDISH GRIEFS - Softened by Time's consummate plush
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Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
RETURNING - I years had been from home
I years had been from home, / And now, before the door,
To learn the transport by the pain
To learn the transport by the pain, / As blind men learn the sun;
A ROSE - A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A sepal, petal, and a thorn / Upon a common summer's morn,