The Symptom of the Gale by Emily Dickinson

The Symptom of the Gale --
The Second of Dismay --
Between its Rumor and its Face --
Is almost Revelry --

The Houses firmer root --
The Heavens cannot be found --
The Upper Surfaces of things
Take covert in the Ground --

The Mem'ry of the Sun
Not Any can recall --
Although by Nature's sterling Watch
So scant an interval --

And when the Noise is caught
And Nature looks around --
"We dreamed it"? She interrogates --
"Good Morning" -- We propound?

by Emily Dickinson

Other poems by 'Emily Dickinson'

There is another sky

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Because I could not stop for Death

Nobody knows this little Rose

I started Early ,Took my Dog

Awake ye muses nine

If I can stop one Heart from breaking

My life closed twice before its close

Heart! We will forget him!

A narrow Fellow in the Grass