Thursday, April 23, 2015

A LIGHT exists in spring

  
A LIGHT exists in spring      
 Not present on the year        
At any other period.   
  When March is scarcely here           
           
A color stands abroad        
  On solitary hills        
That silence cannot overtake, 
  But human nature feels.       
           
It waits upon the lawn;          
  It shows the furthest tree             
Upon the furthest slope we know;     
  It almost speaks to me.        
           
Then, as horizons step,           
  Or noons report away,         
Without the formula of sound,                  
  It passes, and we stay:         
           
A quality of loss         
  Affecting our content,         
As trade had suddenly encroached   
  Upon a sacrament.           
                      
                      -   Emily Dickinson

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