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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
520 I started Early—Took my Dog— And visited the Sea— The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me— And Frigates—in the Upper Floor Extended Hempen Hands— Presuming Me to be a Mouse— Aground—upon the Sands— But no Man moved Me—till the Tide Went past my simple Shoe— And past my Apron—and my Belt— And past my Bodice—too— And made as He would eat me up— As wholly as a Dew Upon a Dandelion’s Sleeve— And then—I started—too— And He—He followed—close behind— I felt his Silver Heel Upon my Ankle—Then my Shoes Would overflow with Pearl— Until We met the Solid Town— No One He seemed to know— And bowing—with a Might look— At me—The Sea withdrew—
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I started Early—Took my Dog
520 I started Early—Took my Dog— And visited the Sea— The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me— And Frigates—in the Upper Floor Extended Hempen Hands— Presuming Me to be a Mouse— Aground—upon the Sands— But no Man moved Me—till the Tide Went past my simple Shoe— And past my Apron—and my Belt— And past my Bodice—too— And made as He would eat me up— As wholly as a Dew Upon a Dandelion’s Sleeve— And then—I started—too— And He—He followed—close behind— I felt his Silver Heel Upon my Ankle—Then my Shoes Would overflow with Pearl— Until We met the Solid Town— No One He seemed to know— And bowing—with a Might look— At me—The Sea withdrew—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American