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So has a Daisy vanished
From the fields today—
So tiptoed many a slipper
To Paradise away—
Oozed so in crimson bubbles
Day's departing tide—
Blooming—tripping—flow ing
Are ye then with God?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Savior! I'Ve No One Else To Tell
- They Put Us Far Apart
- The Only Ghost I Ever Saw
- Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night
- The Wind Begun To Knead The Grass