The Road was lit with Moon and star -
The Trees were bright and still -
Descried I - by the distant Light
A Traveller on a Hill -
To magic Perpendiculars
Ascending, though Terrene -
Unknown his shimmering ultimate -
But he indorsed the sheen -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Earth Has Many Keys
- Not with a club, the Heart is broken
- There is another Loneliness
- The Lonesome For They Know Not What
- The Day That I Was Crowned