Emily Dickinson - The Winters are so short lyrics

403 The Winters are so short I'm hardly justified In sending all the Birds away And moving into Pod Myself—for scarcely settled The Phoebes have begun And then—it's time to strike my Tent And open House—again It's mostly, interruptions My Summer—is despoiled Because there was a Winter—once And al the Cattle—starved And so there was a Deluge And swept the World away But Ararat's a Legend—now And no one credits Noah