Emily Dickinson

These saw Visions

poem 758

These saw Visions Latch them softly These held Dimples Smooth them slow This addressed departing accents Quick Sweet Mouth to miss thee so This We stroked Unnumbered Satin These we held among our own Fingers of the Slim Aurora Not so arrogant this Noon These adjust that ran to meet us Pearl for Stocking Pearl for Shoe Paradise the only Palace Fit for Her reception now

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