783 <br /> <br />The Birds begun at Four o'clock— <br />Their period for Dawn— <br />A Music numerous as space— <br />But neighboring as Noon— <br /> <br />I could not count their Force— <br />Their Voices did expend <br />As Brook by Brook bestows itself <br />To multiply the Pond. <br /> <br />Their Witnesses were not— <br />Except occasional man— <br />In homely industry arrayed— <br />To overtake the Morn— <br /> <br />Nor was it for applause— <br />That I could ascertain— <br />But independent Ecstasy <br />Of Deity and Men— <br /> <br />By Six, the Flood had done— <br />No Tumult there had been <br />Of Dressing, or Departure— <br />And yet the Band was gone— <br /> <br />The Sun engrossed the East— <br />The Day controlled the World— <br />The Miracle that introduced <br />Forgotten, as fulfilled.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-birds-begun-at-four-o-clock/
