Verse > Emily Dickinson > Complete Poems > II. Nature > 110. “How the old mountains drip with sunset”

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Two: Nature


HOW the old mountains drip with sunset,
  And the brake of dun!
How the hemlocks are tipped in tinsel
  By the wizard sun!
How the old steeples hand the scarlet,        5
  Till the ball is full,—
Have I the lip of the flamingo
  That I dare to tell?
Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,
  Touching all the grass        10
With a departing, sapphire feature,
  As if a duchess pass!
How a small dusk crawls on the village
  Till the houses blot;
And the odd flambeaux no men carry        15
  Glimmer on the spot!
Now it is night in nest and kennel,
  And where was the wood,
Just a dome of abyss is nodding
  Into solitude!—        20
These are the visions baffled Guido;
  Titian never told;
Domenichino dropped the pencil,
  Powerless to unfold.



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