The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.


Poems by Emily Dickinson (ed. 1893)


The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.

The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.