Emily Dickinson

Sexton! My Master’s Sleeping Here

poem 96

Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed That when the snow creeps slowly From off his chamber door Daisies point the way there And the Troubadour.

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