Read the poem: “Unwarned”

by Emily Dickinson

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Unwarned

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‘T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou

No station in the day?

‘T was not thy wont to hinder so, —

Retrieve thine industry.

‘T is noon, my little maid, alas!

And art thou sleeping yet?

The lily waiting to be wed,

The bee, dost thou forget?

My little maid, ‘t is night; alas,

That night should be to thee

Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached

Thy little plan to me,

Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,

I might have aided thee.

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