Elf.

The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants - 

At Evening, it is not

At Morning, in a Truffled Hut

It stop opon a Spot

As if it tarried always

And yet it’s whole Career

Is shorter than a Snake’s Delay - 

And fleeter than a Tare - 

’Tis Vegetation’s Juggler - 

The Germ of Alibi - 

Doth like a Bubble antedate

And like a Bubble, hie - 

I feel as if the Grass was pleased

To have it intermit - 

This surreptitious Scion

Of Summer’s circumspect.

Had Nature any supple Face

Or could she one contemn - 

Had Nature an Apostate - 

That Mushroom - it is Him!

Emily Dickinson