The Single Hound XXXIV. Nature is what we see (668), by Emily Dickinson | poems, essays, and short stories in Poeticous

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Single Hound XXXIV. Nature is what we see (668)

Part Five: The Single Hound

XXXIV

NATURE is what we see,

The Hill, the Afternoon—

Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,

Nay—Nature is Heaven.

Nature is what we hear,

The Bobolink, the Sea—

Thunder, the Cricket—

Nay,—Nature is Harmony.

Nature is what we know

But have no art to say,

So impotent our wisdom

To Her simplicity.

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