Eco e Narciso

Emily Dickinson


I have a Bird in springWhich for myself doth sing --The spring decoys.And as the summer nears --And as the Rose appears,Robin is gone.Yet do I not repineKnowing that Bird of mineThough flown --Learneth beyond the seaMelody new for meAnd will return.Fast is a safer handHeld in a truer LandAre mine --And though they now depart,Tell I my doubting heartThey're thine.In a serener Bright,In a more golden lightI seeEach little doubt and fear,Each little discord hereRemoved.Then will I not repine,Knowing that Bird of mineThough flownShall in a distant treeBright melody for meReturn.