The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
The Wind did'nt come</em> from the Orchard - today! Farther than that!Nor stop to play with the Hay - Nor ogle a Hat He's a transitive fellow - very -Rely on that!When he leave a Burr</em> at the door - We say he has Climbed a Fir!But - the Fir is where?Declare! Were you everthere?If he bring Odors of Clovers - And that is his business - not our's - Then he has been with the Mowers - Whetting away the Hours To sweet pauses of Hay -A way he hasOf a June day! If he fling Dust - and pebble - Little Boy's Hats - and stubble - With an occasional steeple -And a hoarse 'Get out of the way - I say' - Who'd be the fool to stay?Would you!Say! Would you be the fool - to stay?