500 br br Within my Garden, rides a Bird br Upon a single Wheel— br Whose spokes a dizzy Music make br As 'twere a travelling Mill— br br He never stops, but slackens br Above the Ripest Rose— br Partakes without alighting br And praises as he goes, br br Till every spice is tasted— br And then his Fairy Gig br Reels in remoter atmospheres— br And I rejoin my Dog, br br And He and I, perplex us br If positive, 'twere we— br Or bore the Garden in the Brain br This Curiosity— br br But He, the best Logician, br Refers my clumsy eye— br To just vibrating Blossoms! br An Exquisite Reply!br br Emily Dickinsonbr br