He parts Himself -- like Leaves --

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He parts Himself -- like Leaves --
And then -- He closes up --
Then stands upon the Bonnet
Of Any Buttercup --

And then He runs against
And oversets a Rose --
And then does Nothing --
Then away upon a Jib -- He goes --

And dangles like a Mote
Suspended in the Noon --
Uncertain -- to return Below --
Or settle in the Moon --

What come of Him -- at Night --
The privilege to say
Be limited by Ignorance --
What come of Him -- That Day --

The Frost -- possess the World --
In Cabinets -- be shown --
A Sepulchre of quaintest Floss --
An Abbey -- a Cocoon --

© Emily Dickinson