Bring me the sunset in a cup,Reckon the morning’s flagons upAnd say how many Dew,Tell me how far the morning leaps —Tell me what time the weaver sleepsWho spun the breadth of blue!Write me how many notes there beIn the new Robin’s ecstasyAmong astonished boughs —How many trips the Tortoise makes —How many cups the Bee partakes,The Debauchee of Dews!Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,Also, who leads the docile spheresBy withes of supple blue?Whose fingers string the stalactite —Who counts the wampum of the nightTo see that none is due?Who built this little Alban HouseAnd shut the windows down so closeMy spirit cannot see?Who’ll let me out some gala dayWith implements to fly away,Passing Pomposity?--Emily Dickinson, No. 140 (1860)
2021-06-16
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