A light exists in spring <br /> Not present on the year <br />At any other period. <br /> When March is scarcely here <br /> <br />A color stands abroad <br /> On solitary hills <br />That science cannot overtake, <br /> But human naturefeels. <br /> <br />It waits upon the lawn; <br /> It shows the furthest tree <br />Upon the furthest slope we know; <br /> It almost speaks to me. <br /> <br />Then, as horizons step, <br /> Or noons report away, <br />Without the formula of sound, <br /> It passes, and we stay: <br /> <br />A quality of loss <br /> Affecting our content, <br />As trade had suddenly encroached <br /> Upon a sacrament.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-light-exists-in-spring/
