Nature is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrels—eddying—nestled
In their Pageant

The Falls—the Folded (in)
The Bough—the Woods—
The Sun—sensitive
Upward to see—

Afar—Afar
The Blue—so bright
The Ocean that is sinking
Made a bed

For the groves
The Stalk—the Moss—
The Bird unlike the Sun—
Astonished—Joy’s genius

Dew in each Gentleman
The Nature we embrace—
A Vale—
An Angel—

The Resplendent Day
Not dark without
That lingers for departure
Before Eternity—

• Emily Dickinson