VANISHED
She died, -- this was the way she died; / And when her breath was done,
THE Duties of the Wind are few
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THE Duties of the Wind are few–
To cast the Ships at sea,
Establish March,
The Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
The moon is distant from the sea
The moon is distant from the sea, / And yet with amber hands
ON my volcano grows the grass
ON my volcano grows the grass,– / A meditative spot,
HOPE - Hope is the thing with feathers
Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul,