An Antiquated Tree
Is cherished of the Crow
Because that Junior Foliage is disrespectful now
To venerable Birds
Whose Corporation Coat
Would decorate Oblivion's
Remotest Consulate.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- What If I Say I Shall Not Wait!
- Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
- Put Up My Lute!
- Not In This World To See His Face
- The Whole Of It Came Not At Once