The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here -
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
Not any House the Flowers keep -
The Birds enamor Care -
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- How Human Nature dotes
- These Tested Our Horizon
- My Best Acquaintances Are Those
- When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
- The Lamp Burns Sure—within
