Could I but ride indefinite
As doth the meadow-bee
And visit only where I liked,
And no man visit me,I’d soar above the verdant hills,
In search of hidden glades,
Where sunlight filters through the trees,
And dances in the shades.The breeze would be my constant friend,
The sky my boundless roof,
And in the hush of nature’s breath,
I’d find my living proof.For in the silence of the wild,
My soul would find its peace,
A gentle, endless wandering,
Where all my cares would cease,
In nature’s vast embrace,
My heart’s true, quiet lease.
Do you like Emily Dickinson? Her poetry is beautiful, isn’t it? Original, evocative, vivid. The rhymes are subtle. The lines flow softly from one image to the next.
