Glowing is her Bonnet,
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Glowing is her Bonnet,
Glowing is her Cheek,
Glowing is her Kirtle,
Yet she cannot speak.
Better as the Daisy
From the Summer hill
Vanish unrecorded
Save by tearful rill —
Save by loving sunrise
Looking for her face.
Save by feet unnumbered
Pausing at the place.
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It swallows substance up —
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Imperfectly beheld.
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