257 <br /> <br />Delight is as the flight— <br />Or in the Ratio of it, <br />As the Schools would say— <br />The Rainbow's way— <br />A Skein <br />Flung colored, after Rain, <br />Would suit as bright, <br />Except that flight <br />Were Aliment— <br /> <br />"If it would last" <br />I asked the East, <br />When that Bent Stripe <br />Struck up my childish <br />Firmament— <br />And I, for glee, <br />Took Rainbows, as the common way, <br />And empty Skies <br />The Eccentricity— <br /> <br />And so with Lives— <br />And so with Butterflies— <br />Seen magic—through the fright <br />That they will cheat the sight— <br />And Dower latitudes far on— <br />Some sudden morn— <br />Our portion—in the fashion— <br />Done—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/delight-is-as-the-flight/
