I Think I Was Enchanted by Emily Dickinson I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—  And whether it was noon at night— Or only Heaven—at Noon— For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell—   The Bees—became as Butterflies— The Butterflies—as Swans— Approached—and...

  In Memoriam, [Ring out, wild bells] by Lord Alfred Tennyson "Ring out the old, ring in the new,   Ring, happy bells, across the snow:   The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. . .” Happy New Year! This is the first...