Sunday, June 11, 2017

MySpot: Live Like It's Spring












"The Sun – just touched the Morning –
The Morning – Happy thing –
Supposed that – He had come to dwell –
And Life would all be Spring!

She felt herself supremer –
A Raised – Ethereal Thing!
Henceforth – for Her – What Holiday!
Meanwhile – Her wheeling King –
Trailed – slow – along the Orchards –
His haughty – spangled Hems –
Leaving a new necessity!
The want of Diadems!

The Morning – fluttered – staggered –
Felt feebly – for Her Crown –
Her unanointed forehead –
Henceforth – Her only One!"


Emily Dickinson

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