I went to heaven—
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with a down.
Stiller than the fields,
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.
Emily Dickinson
'Twas a small town,
Lit with a ruby,
Lathed with a down.
Stiller than the fields,
At the full dew,
Beautiful as pictures
No man drew.
People like the moth,
Of mechlin, frames,
Duties of gossamer,
And eider names.
Almost contented
I could be
'Mong such unique
Society.
Emily Dickinson
2 comments:
Hey, I'm one of Rob's partners at Blog Surfers Anonymous. He's right you do have a great blog! I very much enjoyed the posts about the young ladies in the swings. In fact, I very much enjoyed everything I read!
Thanks so much!
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