JoyI am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky,
I love, I am loved, he is mine,
Now at last I can die!I am sandaled with wind and with flame,
I have heart-…
The Joy of the HillsEdwin MarkhamI ride on the mountain tops, I ride;
I have found my life and am satisfied.
Onward I ride in the blowing oats,
Checking the field-lark's rippling notes…
by EmilyDickinsonXLIIXLIVJoy in Death Joy in Death If tolling bell I ask the cause.
'A soul has gone to God,'
I'm answered in a lonesome tone;
Is heaven then so sad? That bells…
