Sexton! My Master's sleeping here

Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed—

That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door—
Daisies point the way there—
And the Troubadour.

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…

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