A Route of Evanescence
With a revolving drive –
A Death – of blaze – denied
The light!

And I,
Too sweetly fell,
And I was there –
In love immediately!

For the Day grew older,
And the Hours, too –
I feared as never before
In only shades of blue.

When the Woodlands glassed in
The Walks here – forever –
And were eternally brightening,
Oh, lovely –

From elfin woods –
Ethereal flame –
For the journey had no end –
In earthly bliss!

• Emily Dickinson