The lips at Hallelujah

Here's the ever-wonderful  Emily Dickinson on rebirth and resurrection ...

... the crocus-snap was taken on our afternoon walk around Harrison Park:


The Feet Of People Walking Home

The feet of people walking home
With gayer sandals go --
The Crocus -- till she rises
The Vassal of the snow --

The lips at Hallelujah
Long years of practise bore
Till bye and bye these Bargemen
Walked singing on the shore.

Pearls are the Diver’s farthings
Extorted from the sea --
Pinions -- the Seraph’s wagon
Pedestrian once -- as we --

Night is the morning’s Canvas
Larceny -- legacy --
Death, but our rapt attention
To Immortality.

My figures fail to tell me
How far the Village lies --
Whose peasants are the Angels --
Whose Cantons dot the skies --

My Classics veil their faces --
My faith that Dark adores --
Which from its solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours.

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Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

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