Emily Dickinson

A Route Of Evanescence

A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel– A Resonance of Emerald– A Rush of Cochineal– And every Blossom on the Bush Adjusts its tumbled Head– The mail from Tunis, probably, An easy Morning’s Ride–

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