797 <br /> <br />By my Window have I for Scenery <br />Just a Sea—with a Stem— <br />If the Bird and the Farmer—deem it a "Pine"— <br />The Opinion will serve—for them— <br /> <br />It has no Port, nor a "Line"—but the Jays— <br />That split their route to the Sky— <br />Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula <br />May be easier reached—this way— <br /> <br />For Inlands—the Earth is the under side— <br />And the upper side—is the Sun— <br />And its Commerce—if Commerce it have— <br />Of Spice—I infer from the Odors borne— <br /> <br />Of its Voice—to affirm—when the Wind is within— <br />Can the Dumb—define the Divine? <br />The Definition of Melody—is— <br />That Definition is none— <br /> <br />It—suggests to our Faith— <br />They—suggest to our Sight— <br />When the latter—is put away <br />I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met <br />That Immortality— <br /> <br />Was the Pine at my Window a "Fellow <br />Of the Royal" Infinity? <br />Apprehensions—are God's introductions— <br />To be hallowed—accordingly—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-my-window-have-i-for-scenery/
