Emily Dickinson

It Did Not Surprise Me

poem 39

It did not surprise me So I said or thought She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot, Traverse broader forests Build in gayer boughs, Breathe in Ear more modern God’s old fashioned vows This was but a Birdling What and if it be One within my bosom Had departed me? This was but a story What and if indeed There were just such coffin In the heart instead?

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