I Like To see it Lap the Miles-
And lick the Valleys up-
And stop to feed itself at
  tanks-
And then prodigious step-

Around A Pile of Mountains-
And supercilious peer
In Shanties by the sides of Roads-
And then a Quarry pass

To fit it's sides
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
In horrid - hooting stanza -
Then chase itself down Hill-

And neigh like Boanerges -
Then -prompter than a star
stop - docile and omnipotent
At it's own stable door-


(Handwritten in the right margin, are several notes:
"+ And, or then" is written next to the first stanza.
"+ punctual as" is written next to the third stanza.
"+ Ribs" is written between the third and fourth stanzas.
"+ hear it" is written next to the fourth stanza.")

The original is reprinted by permission of the publishers and Trustees of Amherst College from The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Thomas H. Johnson, ed., Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

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