Emily Dickinson

Like Her The Saints Retire

poem 60

Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and Cochineal After the Day! Departed both they say! i.e. gathered away, Not found, Argues the Aster still Reasons the Daffodil Profound!

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