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| The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
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| Written by: | Emily Dickinson (other works)
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| Poem #: | 606
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| Language: | English
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| Type: | Poetry
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| Preceded by: | The Spider holds a Silver Ball -605-
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| Succeeded by: | Of nearness to her sundered Things -607-
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The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun --
Far Psalteries of Summer --
Enamoring the Ear
They never yet did satisfy --
Remotest -- when most fair
The Sun shone whole at intervals --
Then Half -- then utter hid --
As if Himself were optional
And had Estates of Cloud
Sufficient to enfold Him
Eternally from view --
Except it were a whim of His
To let the Orchards grow --
A Bird sat careless on the fence --
One gossipped in the Lane
On silver matters charmed a Snake
Just winding round a Stone --
Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
And soared upon a Stem
Like Hindered Flags -- Sweet hoisted --
With Spices -- in the Hem --
'Twas more -- I cannot mention --
How mean -- to those that see --
Vandyke's Delineation
Of Nature's -- Summer Day!
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