'TWAS comfort in her dying room
'TWAS comfort in her dying room / To hear the living clock,
THE ROBIN - The robin is the one
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The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
The robin is the one
That overflows the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.
The robin is the one
That speechless from her nest
Submits that home and certainty
And sanctity are best.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
TO MARCH - Dear March, come in!
Dear March, come in! / How glad I am!
COBWEBS - The spider as an artist
The spider as an artist / Has never been employed
THE MOUNTAIN - The mountain sat upon the plain
The mountain sat upon the plain / In his eternal chair,