Glowing Is Her Bonnet, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Glowing Is Her Bonnet

Glowing is her Bonnet,

Glowing is her Cheek,

Glowing is her Kirtle,

Yet she cannot speak.

Better as the Daisy

From the Summer hill

Vanish unrecorded

Save by tearful rill—

Save by loving sunrise

Looking for her face.

Save by feet unnumbered

Pausing at the place.

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