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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
1418 How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights— When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel Noons Stepping to incorporeal Tunes Correcting errors of the sky And clarifying scenery How mighty the Wind must feel Morns Encamping on a thousand dawns Espousing each and spurning all Then soaring to his Temple Tall—
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How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights—
1418 How lonesome the Wind must feel Nights— When people have put out the Lights And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel Noons Stepping to incorporeal Tunes Correcting errors of the sky And clarifying scenery How mighty the Wind must feel Morns Encamping on a thousand dawns Espousing each and spurning all Then soaring to his Temple Tall—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American