Emily Dickinson — A Drop fell on the Apple Tree 794

A Drop fell on the Apple Tree - Another - on the Roof - A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves - And made the Gables laugh - A few went out to help the Brook That went to help the Sea - Myself Conjectured were they Pearls - What Necklaces could be - The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads - The Birds jocoser sung - The Sunshine threw his Hat away - The Bushes - spangles flung - The Breezes brought dejected Lutes - And bathed them in the Glee - The Orient showed a single Flag And signed the fête away -