NATURE: V. THE SUN'S WOOING [Second Series]

Second Series [Series 2] by Emily Dickinson
III. NATURE - V. THE SUN'S WOOING
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NATURE: V. THE SUN'S WOOING The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all 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. Content of NATURE: V. THE SUN'S WOOING [Emily Dickinson's poems collection: Second Series [Series 2]] Read next: III. NATURE#VI. THE ROBIN Read previous: III. NATURE#IV. DAY'S PARLOR Table of content of Second Series [Series 2] GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Second Series [Series 2] by Emily Dickinson