A chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies -
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize -
Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee -
But all mankind deliver here
From whatsoever sea -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Like Brooms of Steel
- How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights -
- I am afraid to own a Body
- On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn
- The Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop