Poems by Emily Dickinson: XVIII ("Angels in the early morning")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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XVIII
Angels in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?
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.
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.
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