by Emily Dickinson
On Nature...
Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees-
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.
'Twas universe that did applaud
While chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.
On Love...
It's all I have to bring today,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget-
Some one the sum could tell,-
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: "Twill keep."
I woke and chid my honest fingers,-
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.