morning poem

 

like her the saints retire

like her the saints retire,

in their chapeaux of fire,

martial as she!

like her the evenings steal

purple and cochineal

after the day!

"departed" -- both -- they say!

i.e. gathered away,

not found,

argues the aster still --

reasons the daffodil

profound!

by emily dickinson (1830-1886)