Emily Dickinson

Sweet Mountains ye Tell Me No Lie

poem 722

Sweet Mountains Ye tell Me no lie Never deny Me Never fly Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me when I fail or feign, Or take the Royal names in vain Their far slow Violet Gaze My Strong Madonnas Cherish still The Wayward Nun beneath the Hill Whose service is to You Her latest Worship When the Day Fades from the Firmament away To lift Her Brows on You

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