ALight Exists in Spring
Light exists in Spring
Not present on theYear
At any other periodWhen March is scarcely here
AColour stands abroad On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope you know It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay
Aquality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.
- Emily Dickinson
Fall, Leaves, Fall
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
- Emily Brontë
