6 <br /> <br />Frequently the wood are pink— <br />Frequently are brown. <br />Frequently the hills undress <br />Behind my native town. <br />Oft a head is crested <br />I was wont to see— <br />And as oft a cranny <br />Where it used to be— <br />And the Earth— they tell me— <br />On its Axis turned! <br />Wonderful Rotation! <br />By but twelve performed!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frequently-the-wood-are-pink/
