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I keep my pledge.
I was not called-
Death did not notice me.
I bring my Rose.
I plight again,
By every sainted Bee-
By Daisy called from hillside-
by Bobolink from lane.
Blossom and I-
Her oath, and mine-
Will surely come again.
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)