This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Sown In Dishonor
- Soto! Explore Thyself!
- Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds
- Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds
- 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch