Emily Dickinson - Better—than Music! For I—who heard it (503) lyrics

Better—than Music! For I—who heard it— I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—'Twas Translation— Of all tunes I knew—and more— 'Twasn't contained—like other stanza— No one could play it—the second time— But the Composer—perfect Mozart— Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme! So—Children—told how Brooks in Eden— Bubbled a better—Melody— Quaintly infer—Eve's great surrender— Urging the feet—that would—not—fly— Children—matured—are wiser—mostly— Eden—a legend—dimly told— Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame's story— But—I was telling a tune—I heard— Not such a strain—the Church—baptizes— When the last Saint—goes up the Aisles— Not such a stanza splits the silence— When the Redemption strikes her Bells— Let me not spill—its smallest cadence— Humming—for promise—when alone— Humming—until my faint Rehearsal— Drop into tune—around the Throne—