403 <br /> <br />The Winters are so short— <br />I'm hardly justified <br />In sending all the Birds away— <br />And moving into Pod— <br /> <br />Myself—for scarcely settled— <br />The Phoebes have begun— <br />And then—it's time to strike my Tent— <br />And open House—again— <br /> <br />It's mostly, interruptions— <br />My Summer—is despoiled— <br />Because there was a Winter—once— <br />And al the Cattle—starved— <br /> <br />And so there was a Deluge— <br />And swept the World away— <br />But Ararat's a Legend—now— <br />And no one credits Noah—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-winters-are-so-short/
