An altered look about the hills –
A Tyrian light the village fills –
A wider sunrise in the morn –
A deeper twilight on the lawn –
A print of a vermilion foot –
A purple finger on the slope –
A flippant fly upon the pane –
A spider at his trade again –
An added strut in Chanticleer –
A flower expected everywhere –
An axe shrill singing in the woods –
Fern odors on untraveled roads –
All this and more I cannot tell –
A furtive look you know as well –
And Nicodemus’ Mystery
Receives its annual reply!
by Emily Dickinson
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