It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet - Emily Dickinson

Volcanoes be in Sicily
And South America
I judge from my Geography–
Volcanoes nearer here
A lava step at any time
Am I inclined to climb–
A Crater I may contemplate
Vesuvius at Home.

1058

Bloom — is Result — to meet a Flower
And casually glance
Would scarcely cause one to suspect
The minor Circumstance

Assisting in the Bright Affair
So intricately done
Then offered as a Butterfly
To the Meridian — To pack the Bud — oppose the Worm — Obtain its right of Dew — Adjust the Heat — elude the Wind — Escape the prowling Bee

Great Nature not to disappoint
Awaiting Her that Day — To be a Flower, is profound
Responsibility —

I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love ; but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.