"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer—
Dawn—to the Teneriffe—
Dice—to the Maid—
Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—
Just revelation—to the Beloved—
Epicures—date a Breakfast—by it—
Brides—an Apocalypse—
Worlds—a Flood—
Faint-going Lives—Their Lapse from Sighing—
Faith—The Experiment of Our Lord
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- She Dwelleth In The Ground
- Where Ships Of Purple—gently Toss
- The Missing All—prevented Me
- Tho' I Get Home How Late—how Late
- Once More, My Now Bewildered Dove