13 There is a morn by men unseen

Written summer 1858. I was told that I sound a bit sad reading these – I’m not, really, maybe just reverent with them as I find my voice in reading her work. This one is a certainly a bit happier. Enjoy –

 

There is a morn by men unseen –
Whose maids opon remoter green
Keep their seraphic May –
And all day long, with dance and game,
And gambol I may never name –
Employ their holiday.

Here to light measure, move the feet
Which walk no more the village street –
Nor by the wood are found –
Here are the birds that sought the sun
When last year’s distaff idle hung
And summer’s brows were bound.

Ne’er saw I such a wondrous scene –
Ne’er such a ring on such a green –
Nor so serene array –
As if the stars some summer night
Should swing their cups of Chrysolite –
And revel till the day –

Like thee to dance – like thee to sing –
People opon that mystic green –
I ask, each new May morn.
I wait thy far – fantastic bells –
Announcing me in other dells –
Unto the different dawn!

[Emily Dickinson]

Joy –

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Bethany Ramus

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