The Spry Arms of the Wind, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Spry Arms of the Wind

The spry Arms of the Wind

If I could crawl between

I have an errand imminent

To an adjoining Zone -

I should not care to stop

My Process is not long

The Wind could wait without the Gate

Or stroll the Town among.

To ascertain the House

And is the soul at Home

And hold the Wick of mine to it

To light, and then return -

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