A Poem on Thursday : Narration

Narration 
by Emily Dickinson

An altered look about the hills;

A Tyrian light the village fills;

A wider sunrise in the dawn;

A deeper twilight on the lawn;

A print of a vermillion foot;

A purple finger on the slope;

A flippant fly upon the pane;

A spider at his trade again;

An added strut to chanticleer;

A flower expected everywhere;

An axe shrill singing in the woods;

Fern-odours on untravelled roads;

All this, and more I cannot tell;

A furtive look you know as well;

And Nicodemus' mystery

Receives its annual reply.