'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou
No station in the day?
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, --
Retrieve thine industry.
'T is noon, my little maid, alas!
And art thou sleeping yet?
The lily waiting to be wed,
The bee, dost thou forget?
My little maid, 't is night; alas,
That night should be to thee
Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached
Thy little plan to me,
Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,
I might have aided thee.
Unwarned
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
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Poem topics: sweet, morning, retrieve, forget, plan, Valentine's Day, thine, night, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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