Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling
I think that the opening line of the poem is extremely interesting, as Dickinson starts off with a contradiction. Nature, who is personified, "sears", performs an act of violence in contrast to nurturing. It is as if Dickinson wants the reader to feel this force of violence, a Nature that doesn't protect her youngs, but she sometimes can harm them. This choice feels a little antithetical to the romanticized version of nature that the romantics held. It also suggests that harm and destrution might also be part of nature, of how things are.