39
 
It did not surprise me—
So I said—or thought—
She will stir her pinions
And the nest forgot,
 
Traverse broader forests—
Build in gayer boughs,
Breathe in Ear more modern
God’s old fashioned vows—
 
This was but a Birdling—
What and if it be
One within my bosom
Had departed me?
 
This was but a story—
What and if indeed
There were just such coffin
In the heart instead?

  • 0
  • 0
  •  
  •  
Login to comment...
Email

Other works by Emily Dickinson...

Some poets who follow Emily Dickinson...

Diana Sandra Pien Aldair Acevedo Kevin Vicent Gonzalo lilianacruzguillen@hotmail.com