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The Trees like Tassels hit and swung

The Trees like Tassels hit and swung

The Trees like Tassels hit and swung
There seemed to rise a Tune
From Miniature Creatures
Accompanying the Sun

Far Psalteries of Summer
Enamoring the Ear
They never yet did satisfy
Remotest when most fair

The Sun shone whole at intervals
Then Half then utter hid
As if Himself were optional
And had Estates of Cloud

Sufficient to enfold Him
Eternally from view
Except it were a whim of His
To let the Orchards grow

A Bird sat careless on the fence
One gossipped in the Lane
On silver matters charmed a Snake
Just winding round a Stone

Bright Flowers slit a Calyx
And soared upon a Stem
Like Hindered Flags Sweet hoisted
With Spices in the Hem

‘Twas more I cannot mention
How mean to those that see
Vandyke’s Delineation
Of Nature’s Summer Day!



Poem The Trees like Tassels hit and swung - Emily Dickinson