Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping — plucking — smiling — flying —
Do the Buds to them belong?
Angels, when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping — plucking — sighing — flying —
Parched the flowers they bear along.
(Emily Dickinson)
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