The Birds reported from the South —
A News express to Me —
A spicy Charge, My little Posts —
But I am deaf — Today —
The Flowers — appealed — a timid Throng —
I reinforced the Door —
Go blossom for the Bees — I said —
And trouble Me — no More —
The Summer Grace, for Notice strove —
Remote — Her best Array —
The Heart — to stimulate the Eye
Refused too utterly —
At length, a Mourner, like Myself,
She drew away austere —
Her frosts to ponder — then it was
I recollected Her —
She suffered Me, for I had mourned —
I offered Her no word —
My Witness — was the Crape I bore —
Her — Witness — was Her Dead —
Thenceforward — We — together dwelt —
I never questioned Her —
Our Contract
A Wiser Sympathy
Upon review I feel that Emily if reflection on the end lost of life in the South due to the Civil War. She uses her natural abilities to incorporated nature into the poem off setting the harsh images that would be seen with the news and silently grieves with the messenger.