Emily Dickinson - He parts Himself—like Leaves lyrics

517 He parts Himself—like Leaves And then—He closes up Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any bu*tercup And then He runs against And oversets a Rose And then does Nothing Then away upon a Jib—He goes And dangles like a Mote Suspended in the Noon Uncertain—to return Below Or settle in the Moon What come of Him—at Night The privilege to say Be limited by Ignorance What come of Him—That Day The Frost—possess the World In Cabinets—be shown A Sepulchre of quaintest Floss An Abbey—a Cocoon