262
The lonesome for they know not What-
The Eastern Exiles-be-
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday-
And ever since-the purple Moat
They strive to climb-in vain-
As Birds-that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain-
The Blessed Ether-taught them-
Some Transatlantic Morn-
When Heaven-was too common-to miss-
Too sure-to dote upon!
The Lonesome For They Know Not What
Emily Dickinson
(1)
Poem topics: heaven, purple, I miss you, holiday, common, amber, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about The Lonesome For They Know Not What poem by Emily Dickinson
Best Poems of Emily Dickinson