dickinson

I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I'm some accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though-

I thought if I could only live
Till that first Shout got by-
Not all Pianos in the Woods
Had power to mangle me-

I dared not meet the Daffodils-
For fear their Yellow Gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own-

I wished the Grass would hurry-
So-when 'twas time to see-
He'd be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch-to look at me-

I could not bear the Bees should come
...etc.

-emily Dickinson

So the days pass on, the sun rolls around, shining from its central position.

John Donne's Devotions (Gutenburg, 1543) is an interesting book. I haven't got into his poems too much, but this book reminds me a lot of Kierkegaard's Purity of Heart is to Will One Thing.