 | Poems by Emily Dickinson |  |
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VI.
SONG.
Summer for thee grant I may be
When summer days are flown!
Thy music still when whippoorwill
And oriole are done!
When summer days are flown!
Thy music still when whippoorwill
And oriole are done!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me, Anemone,
Thy flower forevermore!
And sow my blossoms o'er!
Pray gather me, Anemone,
Thy flower forevermore!
| Poems by Emily Dickinson | |