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Morns like these-we parted-
Noons like these-she rose-
Fluttering first-then firmer
To her fair repose.
Never did she lisp it-
It was not for me-
She-was mute from transport-
I-from agony-
Till-the evening nearing
One the curtains drew-
Quick! A Sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!
(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)