Emily Dickinson's poem:
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from foreign countries
Of which i have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
my model of the above poem:
"Daybreak"
Oh, will Daybreak really come?
Will it show itself today?
Whether seen by few or some
Will you please show it the way?
I have seen it only once
The memories aren't clear
While the great Night Moon still hunts
And the Daybreak hides in fear.
Oh, some hero! Oh, please save it!
Save the Daybreak from the Moon!
I am sure you won't regret it
Daybreak shall repay you soon.
second poem by Amy Bohon, 2.23.10
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