Surprised by Grace

Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their - low brows -

Or Bees - that thought the Summer's name
Some rumor of Delirium,
No Summer - could - for Them -

Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred -
By Tropic Hint - some Traveled Bird
Imported to the Wood -

Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear -
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before -

The Heaven - unexpected come,
To lives that thought the Worshipping
A too pretentious Psalm.


Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin), 361