How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream -
Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
Computed how the girth?
The Chestnut aged grows
In those primeval Clothes -
We know that we are wise -
Accomplished in Surprise -
Yet by this Countryman -
This nature - how undone!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A lane of Yellow led the eye
- The Words The Happy Say
- Just As He Spoke It From His Hands
- The Butterfly In Honored Dust
- These—saw Visions
