The Soul has Bandaged moments –
When too ethereal Care
Goes to the wind – a Sensation
That Longing can prepare –

‘Tis not that we are fickle –
Or heedless to a Thought –
It is mankind’s Affection
That falls on Nature – sought –

And Feathers where the Waters
While wandering Cups, retain
So Tufts, and Notes that tremble
With all beyond the Plane –

But still – the timorous Passage
Makes us crave to look afar –
In flecks of Beauty’s Garden -
To break the walls of War –

• Emily Dickinson