Emily Dickinson
High from the earth I heard a bird;
He trod upon the trees
As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,
And situated softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind.
A joyous-going fellow
I gathered from his talk,
Which both of benediction
And badinage partook,
Without apparent burden,
I learned, in leafy wood
He was the faithful father
Of a dependent brood;
And this untoward transport
His remedy for care,—
A contrast to our respites.
How different we are!
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Lightly heading to the sky swallows.
They fly into the night.
From the bottom to the top.
A beautiful pair of earrings that will quickly become your favourite to wear.
They are full of magic and have fantastic movement.
Great to be a gift to your dear ones.
Total length:
With all my love...
L.
