Emily Dickinson - My first well Day—since many ill (574) lyrics

My first well Day—since many ill— I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands, And see the things in Pod— A 'blossom just when I went in To take my Chance with pain— Uncertain if myself, or He, Should prove the strongest One. The Summer deepened, while we strove— She put some flowers away— And Redder cheeked Ones—in their stead— A fond—illusive way— To cheat Herself, it seemed she tried— As if before a child To fade—Tomorrow—Rainbows held The Sepulchre, could hide. She dealt a fashion to the Nut— She tied the Hoods to Seeds— She dropped bright scraps of Tint, about— And left Brazilian Threads On every shoulder that she met— Then both her Hands of Haze Put up—to hide her parting Grace From our unfitted eyes. My loss, by sickness—Was it Loss? Or that Ethereal Gain One earns by measuring the Grave— Then—measuring the Sun—