Emily Dickinson

Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red

 Next Poem          

595

Like Mighty Foot Lights—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—

Next Poem 

 Back to
Emily Dickinson