A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown -
Who ponders this tremendous scene -
This whole Experiment of Green -
As if it were his own!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Sleep Is Supposed To Be
- One Blessing Had I Than The Rest
- No Romance Sold Unto
- There Is An Arid Pleasure
- The Red—blaze—is The Morning