Emily Dickinson

Put Up My Lute!

poem 261

Put up my lute! What of my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to charm Passive as Granite laps My Music Sobbing will suit as well as psalm! Would but the Memnon of the Desert Teach me the strain That vanquished Him When He surrendered to the Sunrise Maybe that would awaken them!

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