Emily Dickinson

Angels, In The Early Morning

poem 94

Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping plucking smiling&m dash;flying Do the Buds to them belong? Angels, when the sun is hottest May be seen the sands among, Stooping plucking sighing&m dash;flying Parched the flowers they bear along.

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