In snow thou comest -
Thou shalt go with the resuming ground,
The sweet derision of the crow,
And Glee's advancing sound.
In fear thou comest -
Thou shalt go at such a gait of joy
That man anew embark to live
Upon the depth of thee.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There's Something Quieter Than Sleep
- This That Would Greet&Mdash;An Hour Ago
- There Are Two Ripenings—one—of Sight
- Reverse Cannot Befall
- Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea