Poem

Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre

Emily Dickinson
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain— The Sun—upon a Morning meets them— The Wind— No nearer Neighbor—have they— But God— The Acre gives them—Place— They—Him—Attention of Passer by— Of Shadow, or of Squirrel, haply— Or Boy— What Deed is Theirs unto the General Nature— What Plan They severally—retard—or further— Unknown—

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