Emily Dickinson

The Spry Arms Of The Wind

The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone – I should not care to stop My Process is not long The Wind could wait without the Gate Or stroll the Town among. To ascertain the House And is the soul at Home And hold the Wick of mine to it To light, and then return –

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