Eheu! Emily Dickinson

Oh, friend, these sighs from out your solitude
But pierce my heart! Social with bird and bee
Loving your tender flowers with ecstacy,
You shun the eye, the voice, the shy elude
The loving souls that dare not intrude
Upon your chosen silence. Friend, you thought
no life so sweet and fair as hiding brought,
And beauty is your song, with interlude
Of outer life which to your soul seems crude,
Thoughtless, unfeeling, idle, scant of grace;
Nor will you touch a hand, or greet a face, —
For common daily strife to you is rude,
And, shrinking, you in shadow lonely stay
Invisible to all, how'er we pray.
 

Author: Emily Fowler Ford (written 1891)
Posted: April 11, 2023