804 <br /> <br />No Notice gave She, but a Change— <br />No Message, but a Sigh— <br />For Whom, the Time did not suffice <br />That She should specify. <br /> <br />She was not warm, though Summer shone <br />Nor scrupulous of cold <br />Though Rime by Rime, the steady Frost <br />Upon Her Bosom piled— <br /> <br />Of shrinking ways—she did not fright <br />Though all the Village looked— <br />But held Her gravity aloft— <br />And met the gaze—direct— <br /> <br />And when adjusted like a Seed <br />In careful fitted Ground <br />Unto the Everlasting Spring <br />And hindered but a Mound <br /> <br />Her Warm return, if so she chose— <br />And We—imploring drew— <br />Removed our invitation by <br />As Some She never knew—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-notice-gave-she-but-a-change/
