Emily Dickinson Poem

These held their Wick above the West —

0
Please log in or register to do it.

These held their Wick above the West —
Till when the Red declined —
Or how the Amber aided it —
Defied to be defined —

Then waned without disparagement
In a dissembling Hue
That would not let the Eye decide
Did it abide or no —

These Strangers, in a foreign World
These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest

Reactions

0
0
0
0
0
0
Already reacted for this post.

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

GIF