F1.1.7 (Fascicle one Sheet one Stanza 7)
From Emily Dickinson’s Poems As She Preserved Them. Edited by Christine Miller
Flees so the phantom meadow
Before the breathless Bee -
So bubble brooks in deserts
On ears that dying lie -
Burn so the evening spires
To eyes that Closing go -
Hangs so distant Heaven -
To a hand below.