Emily Dickinson
Went Up A Year This Evening!
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!