by Emily Dickinson
591
To interrupt His Yellow Plan
The Sun does not allow
Caprices of the Atmosphere-
And even when the Snow
Heaves Balls of Specks, like Vicious Boy
Directly in His Eye-
Does not so much as turn His Head
Busy with Majesty-
'Tis His to stimulate the Earth-
And magnetize the Sea-
And bind Astronomy, in place,
Yet Any passing by
Would deem Ourselves-the busier
As the Minutest Bee
That rides-emits a Thunder-
A Bomb-to justify-
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