All Overgrown By Cunning Moss

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All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of "Currer Bell"
In quiet "Haworth" laid.

Gathered from many wanderings—
Gethsemane can tell
Thro' what transporting anguish
She reached the Asphodel!

Soft falls the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear—
Oh what an afternoon for Heaven,
When "Bronte" entered there!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

I should SERIOUSLY get onto Poem Hunter more often... I mean look at the poems I have been missing! This poem was awesome, I loved it a bunch. :)
beautiful makes me want to take a very long walk in the woods mostly to find solitude very well written..a ten from me..looking forward to more of your wonderful poetry...
Beautiful imaginations and awesome poem.
For the secret of my lure is the call of the Unknown, Hidden Loveliness that laughs: ‘Come and find me! ’ Wide range of colorful imagery yet the mystery resides within the whole writing. Poet calls to give up straightness yet she herself ends her own journey. Mystery and mystic beauty blended with possibility of confusion........................................................Pranab k c