A Light exists in Spring / Emily Dickinson



Not present on the Year At any other period — When March is scarcely here
 * A Light exists in Spring A Light exists in Spring

A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science cannot overtake But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn, It shows the furthest Tree Upon the furthest Slope we know It almost speaks to me.

Then as Horizons step Or Noons report away Without the Formula of sound It passes and we stay —

A quality of loss Affecting our Content As Trade had suddenly encroached Upon a Sacrament.