A ROSE - A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A sepal, petal, and a thorn / Upon a common summer's morn,
AH, Teneriffe
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AH, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages pause for you,
Sunset reviews her Sapphire Regiment,
Day drops you her red Adieu!
Still, clad in your mail of ices,
Thigh of granite and thew of steel–
Heedless, alike, of pomp or parting,
Ah, Teneriffe!
I'm kneeling still.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
The heart asks pleasure first
The heart asks pleasure first, / And then, excuse from pain;
I many times thought peace had come
I many times thought peace had come, / When peace was far away;
THE butterfly obtains
THE butterfly obtains / But little sympathy,