A light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period—
When March is scarcely here—

A color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields—
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels—

It waits upon the Lawn—
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest slope you know—
The Castle in the Air—

And he alone can view it
And feel this feathery sound
And hear the trembling notes of Night—
That are not tones of ground.

• Emily Dickinson