591 <br /> <br />To interrupt His Yellow Plan <br />The Sun does not allow <br />Caprices of the Atmosphere— <br />And even when the Snow <br /> <br />Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy <br />Directly in His Eye— <br />Does not so much as turn His Head <br />Busy with Majesty— <br /> <br />'Tis His to stimulate the Earth— <br />And magnetize the Sea— <br />And bind Astronomy, in place, <br />Yet Any passing by <br /> <br />Would deem Ourselves—the busier <br />As the Minutest Bee <br />That rides—emits a Thunder— <br />A Bomb—to justify—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-interrupt-his-yellow-plan/
