Hummingbird

Within my Garden, rides a
Bird Upon a single Wheel
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill --

He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

Till every spice is tasted
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres
And I rejoin my Dog,

And He and I, perplex us,
If positive, 'twere we
Or bore the Garden in the
Brain This Curiosity --

But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!

Emily Dickenson

Border set ©Lori Duncan
Animated hummingbirds and pansies by Sofine