364 <br /> <br />The Morning after Woe— <br />'Tis frequently the Way— <br />Surpasses all that rose before— <br />For utter Jubilee— <br /> <br />As Nature did not care— <br />And piled her Blossoms on— <br />And further to parade a Joy <br />Her Victim stared upon— <br /> <br />The Birds declaim their Tunes— <br />Pronouncing every word <br />Like Hammers—Did they know they fell <br />Like Litanies of Lead— <br /> <br />On here and there—a creature— <br />They'd modify the Glee <br />To fit some Crucifixal Clef— <br />Some Key of Calvary—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-after-woe/
