Emily Dickinson

The Skies Can’T Keep Their Secret!

poem 191

The Skies can’t keep their secret! They tell it to the Hills The Hills just tell the Orchards And they the Daffodils! A Bird by chance that goes that way Soft overhears the whole If I should bribe the little Bird Who knows but she would tell? I think I won’t however It’s finer not to know If Summer were an Axiom What sorcery had Snow? So keep your secret Father! I would not if I could, Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do, In your new-fashioned world!

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