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A feather from the Whippoorwill
That everlasting—sings!
Whose galleries—are Sunrise—
Whose Opera—the Springs—
Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Of mellow—murmuring thread—
Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt
In "Recess"—Overhead!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
- I Never Saw A Moor
- A Long, Long Sleep, A Famous Sleep
- A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I
- A House Upon The Height