XI.
Exhilaration is the Breeze
That lifts us from the ground
And leaves us in another place
That turns out to be an Indian burial mound;
Returns us not, but after time
We soberly descend,
A little newer for the term
We played with bones we found.
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The original version. This has also been turned into a choral piece that even middle-schoolers can sing.
Emily Dickinson's Trashcan 