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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
794 A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree— Another—on the Roof— A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves— And made the Gables laugh— A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea— Myself Conjectured were they Pearls— What Necklace could be— The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads— The Birds jocoser sung— The Sunshine threw his Hat away— The Bushes—spangles flung— The Breezes brought dejected Lutes— And bathed them in the Glee— Then Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the Fete away—
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A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
794 A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree— Another—on the Roof— A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves— And made the Gables laugh— A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea— Myself Conjectured were they Pearls— What Necklace could be— The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads— The Birds jocoser sung— The Sunshine threw his Hat away— The Bushes—spangles flung— The Breezes brought dejected Lutes— And bathed them in the Glee— Then Orient showed a single Flag, And signed the Fete away—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American