10 Jan I Think I Was Enchanted ~ January 11th-17th, 2016

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...