Emily Dickinson

Glowing Is Her Bonnet

poem 72

Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak. Better as the Daisy From the Summer hill Vanish unrecorded Save by tearful rill Save by loving sunrise Looking for her face. Save by feet unnumbered Pausing at the place.

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