Those cattle smaller than a Bee
That herd upon the eye —
Whose tillage is the passing Crumb —
Those Cattle are the Fly —
Of Barns for Winter — blameless —
Extemporaneous stalls
They found to our objection —
On eligible walls —
Reserving the presumption
To suddenly descend
And gallop on the Furniture —
Or odiouser offend —
Of their peculiar calling
Unqualified to judge
To Nature we remand them
To justify or scourge —
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)