Like Brooms of Steel
The Snow and Wind
Had swept the Winter Street -
The House was hooked
The Sun sent out
Faint Deputies of Heat -
Where rode the Bird
The Silence tied
His ample - plodding Steed
The Apple in the Cellar snug
Was all the one that played.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights -
- I am afraid to own a Body
- On That Dear Frame The Years Had Worn
- The Himmaleh Was Known To Stoop
- She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc