DAY'S PARLOR - The day came slow, till five o'clock
The day came slow, till five o'clock, / Then sprang before the hills
A ROSE - A sepal, petal, and a thorn
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A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn,
A flash of dew, a bee or two,
A breeze
A caper in the trees, --
And I'm a rose!
More poems by Emily Dickinson
IN SHADOW - I dreaded that first robin so
I dreaded that first robin so, / But he is mastered now,
PROOF - That I did always love
That I did always love, / I bring thee proof:
I CAN'T tell you, but you feel it
I CAN'T tell you, but you feel it– / Nor can you tell me,