The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Series Two
Nature, Poem 15: The Humming-Bird
by Emily Dickinson
A route of evanescence
A route of evanescence
I have not told my garden yet
I gained is so
The night sky reminds the author of a distant love.
I'm wife; I've finished that
The butterfly's assumption-gown
The heart asks pleasure firsts
Prayer is the little implement
The robin is the one
Within my reach!
I asked no other thing
'T was such a little, little boat
The bustle in a house
So bashful when I spied her
The one that could repeat the summer day
South winds jostle them
She died, — this was the way she died;
Portraits are to daily faces
Like mighty footlights burned the red
Surgeons must be very careful
Ample make this bed.
The leaves, like women, interchange
Two butterflies went out at noon
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
That short, potential stir