Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an cloud,
Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As 't were a tropic show.
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an cloud,
Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As 't were a tropic show.
Dickinson - Two - Complete
