<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=385532" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Better—than Music! For I—who heard it</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">503</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Better—than Music! For I—who heard it—<br>I was used—to the Birds—before—<br>This—was different—'Twas Translation—<br>Of all tunes I knew—and more—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Twasn't contained—like other stanza—<br>No one could play it—the second time—<br>But the Composer—perfect Mozart—<br>Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So—Children—told how Brooks in Eden—<br>Bubbled a better—Melody—<br>Quaintly infer—Eve's great surrender—<br>Urging the feet—that would—not—fly—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Children—matured—are wiser—mostly—<br>Eden—a legend—dimly told—<br>Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame's story—<br>But—I was telling a tune—I heard—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not such a strain—the Church—baptizes—<br>When the last Saint—goes up the Aisles—<br>Not such a stanza splits the silence—<br>When the Redemption strikes her Bells—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me not spill—its smallest cadence—<br>Humming—for promise—when alone—<br>Humming—until my faint Rehearsal—<br>Drop into tune—around the Throne—</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=385532" data-title="Better—than Music! For I—who heard it de Emily Dickinson" data-description="503 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..."></div> </div> </div>

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