![[Poetry X Logo]](http://poetryx.com/images/poetryXLogo.gif)
At Half past Three, a single Bird
Emily Dickinson
1084 At Half past Three, a single Bird Unto a silent Sky Propounded but a single term Of cautious melody. At Half past Four, Experiment Had subjugated test And lo, Her silver Principle Supplanted all the rest. At Half past Seven, Element Nor Implement, be seen— And Place was where the Presence was Circumference between.
