The grass is so much better than
The Portion and the Wind –
It cannot afford the Respiration –
Of all the Florida Joy –

The Trees are lost for many days
For all is good and kind –
Bigacious than Eternity,
They War – and cease

And to free your hand of Dread
Is more than meets the Eye,
To hold the Night’s Assurance,
Beneath the Navy Sky.

• Emily Dickinson