Emily+Emulation

There is a certain slice of life, smell of autumn lies- that uplifts, like the brightness of a moon in starry skies

Heavenly sight, it gives us- we can find no mar, but in private thoughts, where the feelings, are-

None may teach it-any- 'tis the prime condition- a hopeful supposition sent us of intuition-

When it comes, the sea glistens- trees-hold their breath- when it flees, 'tis like the closeness on the face of time-