As from the earth the light Balloon
Asks nothing but release -
Ascension that for which it was,
Its soaring Residence.
The spirit looks upon the Dust
That fastened it so long
With indignation,
As a Bird
Defrauded of its song.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- When Memory is full
- Too cold is this
- The Clover's simple Fame
- My Cocoon Tightens, Colors Tease
- Drowning is not so pitiful