Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| THE SKIES can’t keep their secret! | |
| They tell it to the hills— | |
| The hills just tell the orchards— | |
| And they the daffodils! | |
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| A bird, by chance, that goes that way | 5 |
| Soft overheard the whole. | |
| If I should bribe the little bird, | |
| Who knows but she would tell? | |
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| I think I won’t, however, | |
| It’s finer not to know; | 10 |
| If summer were an axiom, | |
| What sorcery had snow? | |
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| So keep your secret, Father! | |
| I would not, if I could, | |
| Know what the sapphire fellows do, | 15 |
| In your new-fashioned world! | |
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