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 blamed the fate that fractured, l… - Emily Dickinson

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

So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise — Hidden away, cunningly,
From sagacious eyes.

So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me — Peasants like Thee,
Gaze perplexedly!

While I was fearing it, it came,
But came with less of fear,
Because that fearing it so long
Had almost made it dear.

Harm is one of those things that I always mean to keep clear of, but somehow my intentions and me don't chime as they ought, and people will get hit with stones that I throw at my neighbor's dogs...