The saddest noise, the sweetest noise
Emily Dickinson
1830 to 1886
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Would go and sing no more.
And what we now deplore.
Between the March and April line --
We wish the ear had not a heart
The birds, they make it in the spring,
That sauntered with us here,
By separation's sorcery
It makes us think of what we had,
That magical frontier
The maddest noise that grows, --
Beyond which summer hesitates,
At night's delicious close.
It makes us think of all the dead
As quickly as a spear,
We almost wish those siren throats
So dangerously near.
Made cruelly more dear.
Almost too heavenly near.
An ear can break a human heart
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,