Emily Dickinson

How fits his Umber Coat

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth? Computed how the girth? The Chestnut aged grows In those primeval Clothes - We know that we are wise - Accomplished in Surprise - Yet by this Countryman - This nature - how undone!