The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul -
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole -
In which the soul at first estranged -
Seeks faintly for its shore
But acclimated - pines no more
For that Peninsula -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants
- Whole Gulfs - of Red, and Fleets
- And with what body do they come
- He Preached Upon 'Breadth' Till It Argued Him Narrow —
- The Duties Of The Wind Are Few
