The Birds reported from the South —
A News express to Me —
A spicy Charge, My little Posts —
But I am deaf — Today —
The Flowers — appealed — a timid Throng —
I reinforced the Door —
Go blossom for the Bees — I said —
And trouble Me — no More —
The Summer Grace, for Notice strove —
Remote — Her best Array —
The Heart — to stimulate the Eye
Refused too utterly —
At length, a Mourner, like Myself,
She drew away austere —
Her frosts to ponder — then it was
I recollected Her —
She suffered Me, for I had mourned —
I offered Her no word —
My Witness — was the Crape I bore —
Her — Witness — was Her Dead —
Thenceforward — We — together dwelt —
I never questioned Her —
Our Contract
A Wiser Sympathy
(Emily Dickinson)
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