500 <br /> <br />Within my Garden, rides a Bird <br />Upon a single Wheel— <br />Whose spokes a dizzy Music make <br />As 'twere a travelling Mill— <br /> <br />He never stops, but slackens <br />Above the Ripest Rose— <br />Partakes without alighting <br />And praises as he goes, <br /> <br />Till every spice is tasted— <br />And then his Fairy Gig <br />Reels in remoter atmospheres— <br />And I rejoin my Dog, <br /> <br />And He and I, perplex us <br />If positive, 'twere we— <br />Or bore the Garden in the Brain <br />This Curiosity— <br /> <br />But He, the best Logician, <br />Refers my clumsy eye— <br />To just vibrating Blossoms! <br />An Exquisite Reply!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-my-garden-rides-a-bird/
