Emily Dickinson – ANGELS in the early morning

LXIX

ANGELS in the early morning

May be seen the dews among,

Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:

Do the buds to them belong?

Angels when the sun is hottest

May be seen the sands among,

Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;

Parched the flowers they bear along.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *