Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Two: Nature
XCVIII
IT ’S like the light,—
A fashionless delight,
It’s like the bee,—
A dateless melody.
It ’s like the woods, 5
Private like breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.
It ’s like the morning,—
Best when it’s done,— 10
The everlasting clocks
Chime noon.
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