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Once more, my now bewildered Dove
Bestirs her puzzled wings
Once more her mistress, on the deep
Her troubled question flings—
Thrice to the floating casement
The Patriarch's bird returned,
Courage! My brave Columba!
There may yet be Land!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There Is A Finished Feeling
- Tho' My Destiny Be Fustian
- Perhaps I Asked Too Large
- I Often Passed The Village
- They Called Me To The Window, For