Category: Dickinson

A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him, – did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb, 5 A spotted shaft is seen; And then it closes at your feet And opens further on. He likes a boggy acre, A floor too cool for…

Tie the strings to my life, my Lord Then I am ready to go! Just look at the horses – Rapid! That will do! 4 Put me in on the firmest side, So I shall never fall; For we must ride to the Judgement, And it’s partly downhill. 8 But never I mind the bridges,…