A little Snow was here and there
Disseminated in her Hair -
Since she and I had met and played
Decade had gathered to Decade -
But Time had added not obtained
Impregnable the Rose
For summer too indelible
Too obdurate for Snows -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Sun—just Touched The Morning
- Glee—the Great Storm Is Over
- In Lands I Never Saw—they Say
- Upon Concluded Lives
- How Fortunate The Grave