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by EmilyDickinson
In Shadow
Secrets

The Humming-Bird

The Humming-Bird

 A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A resonance of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, —
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.