Emily Dickinson

Delight is as the flight

257 Delight is as the flight — Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say — The Rainbow's way — A Skein Flung colored, after Rain, Would suit as bright, Except that flight Were Aliment — "If it would last" I asked the East, When that Bent Stripe Struck up my childish Firmament — And I, for glee, Took Rainbows, as the common way, And empty Skies The Eccentricity — And so with Lives — And so with Butterflies — Seen magic — through the fright That they will cheat the sight — And Dower latitudes far on — Some sudden morn — Our portion — in the fashion — Done —