MORNS LIKE THESE WE PARTED

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

      ORNS like these we parted;
      Noons like these she rose,
      Fluttering first, then firmer,
      To her fair repose.
       
      Never did she lisp it,
      And 'twas 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!

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