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Read the poem: “Morns like these we parted”

by Emily Dickinson

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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson
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Morns like these we parted


Morns like these we parted;

Noons like these she rose,

Fluttering first, then firmer,

To her fair repose.


Never did she lisp it,

And ‘t was not for me;

She was mute from transport,

I, from agony!


Till the evening, nearing,

One the shutters drew —

Quick! a sharper rustling!

And this linnet flew!



< < < Mother Nature
Much madness is divinest sense > > >

American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson



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