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My Nosegays Are For Captives;

Emily Dickinson

My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.

(C) Emily Dickinson
03/10/2017


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