Poems by Emily Dickinson: XII ("In lands I never saw")

Updated February 28, 2017 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
The Lovers


In lands I never saw, they say,
Immortal Alps look down,
Whose bonnets touch the firmament,
Whose sandals touch the town, —
Meek at whose everlasting feet
A myriad daisies play.
Which, sir, are you, and which am I,
Upon an August day?