Emily Dickinson - By my Window have I for Scenery lyrics

797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea — with a Stem If the Bird and the Farmer — deem it a "Pine" The Opinion will serve — for them It has no Port, nor a "Line" — but the Jays That split their route to the Sky Or a Squirrel, whose giddy Peninsula May be easier reached — this way For Inlands — the Earth is the under side And the upper side — is the Sun And its Commerce — if Commerce it have Of Spice — I infer from the Odors borne Of its Voice — to affirm — when the Wind is within Can the Dumb — define the Divine? The Definition of Melody — is That Definition is none It — suggests to our Faith They — suggest to our Sight When the latter — is put away I shall meet with Conviction I somewhere met That Immortality Was the Pine at my Window a "Fellow Of the Royal" Infinity? Apprehensions — are God's introductions To be hallowed — accordingly