Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/By my window have I for scenery
BY my window have I for scenery
Just a sea with a stem—
If the bird and the farmer deem it a "Pine",
The opinion will serve for them.
Just a sea with a stem—
If the bird and the farmer deem it a "Pine",
The opinion will serve for them.
It has no "Port", nor a "Line", but the jays
That split their route to the sky,
Or a squirrel whose giddy peninsular
May be easier gained this way.
That split their route to the sky,
Or a squirrel whose giddy peninsular
May be easier gained this way.
For inlands the Earth is the underside
And the upper side is the Sun,
And its commerce—if commerce it have—
Of spice, I infer from the odors borne.
And the upper side is the Sun,
And its commerce—if commerce it have—
Of spice, I infer from the odors borne.
Of its voice to affirm, when the wind is within
Can the dumb divulge the Divine?
The definition of melody is
That definition is none.
Can the dumb divulge the Divine?
The definition of melody is
That definition is none.
It suggests to our faith, they suggest to our sight,—
When the latter is put away,
I shall meet with conviction I somewhere met
That Immortality.
When the latter is put away,
I shall meet with conviction I somewhere met
That Immortality.
Was the Pine at my
Window a "Fellow"
Of the Royal Infinity?
Apprehensions are God's
Introductions
Extended inscrutably.
Window a "Fellow"
Of the Royal Infinity?
Apprehensions are God's
Introductions
Extended inscrutably.