Author Emily Dickinson 417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— "Happy"? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind? "Conscious"? Won't you ask that— Of the low Ground? "Homesick"? Many met it— Even through them—This Cannot testify— Themself—as dumb— Tags happy wind Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments