Emily Dickinson - Clutch

The farmhouse was overtaken

By vine and the snake

Hooked on phantom power

The acres seemed to ache

Pursued by floating rebels

They’d take us, if they could

I thought a spell of country living

Would do my spirits good

Emily Dickinson

Won’t you lay your hair down low?

Staring out the windowpane

There’s so much more to know

Emily Dickinson

All buttoned down in Victoria-black

Let’s watch the white clouds run

With the cool grass on our backs

The door mouse was mistaken

There was no quarter there

The attic and the cellar

Were but jaws of a bear

The hunter was the quarry

All tangled in the wood

I thought a spell of country living

Would do my spirits good

Emily Dickinson

Won’t you lay your hair down low?

Staring out the windowpane

There’s so much more to know

Emily Dickinson

All buttoned down in Victoria-black

Let’s watch the white clouds run

With the cool grass on our backs

Disembodied gentry

Gathered by my door

Your electrical habits

Aren’t welcome here anymore

That day I left

With a locket and glove

Keepsakes lest I forget

A woman by the name of

Emily Dickinson

Won’t you lay your hair down low?

Staring out the windowpane

There’s so much more to know

Emily Dickinson

All buttoned down in Victoria-black

Let’s watch the white clouds run

With the cool grass on our backs

Emily Dickinson

Trade your lily for a rose

Run to the valley

Where the wild daisy grows

Emily Dickinson

Won’t you lay your hair down low?

Staring out the windowpane

There’s so much more to know