Emily Dickinson

Went Up A Year This Evening!

poem 93

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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