A drop fell on the apple tree
\nAnother on the roof;
\nA half a dozen kissed the eaves,
\nAnd made the gables laugh.<\/p>\n
A few went out to help the brook,
\nThat went to help the sea.
\nMyself conjectured, Were they pearls,
\nWhat necklaces could be!<\/p>\n
The dust replaced in hoisted roads
\nThe birds jocoser sung;
\nThe sunshine threw his hat away,
\nThe orchards spangles hung.<\/p>\n
The breezes brought dejected lutes
\nAnd bathed them in the glee;
\nThe East put out a single flag,
\nAnd signed the fete away.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Emily Dickinson, in \u201cThe Complete Poems\u201d, Part III, Boston: Little, 1924.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"