Emily Dickinson

Just As He Spoke It From His Hands

poem 848

Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design According as his skill prefer It perish, or endure Content, soe’er, it ornament His absent character.

Don't have an account?

You will be identified by the alias - name will be hidden
user