And yet how still the landscape stands,
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!
Emily Dickinson [1830-1886]
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From "Pippa Passes"
The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in His Heaven—
All's right with the world!
Robert Browning [1812-1889]
EARLY SPRING
Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plowed hills
With loving blue;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too.