| MY river runs to thee: | |
| Blue sea, wilt welcome me? | |
| My river waits reply. | |
| Oh sea, look graciously! |
| I ’ll fetch thee brooks | 5 |
| From spotted nooks,— | |
| Say, sea, | |
| Take me! |
Creative writing from well known and not so well known writers.
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Thursday, 1 November 2012
"MY river runs to thee" by Emily Dickinson
"ALTER? When the hills do" by Emily Dickinson
| ALTER? When the hills do. | |
| Falter? When the sun | |
| Question if his glory | |
| Be the perfect one. | |
| Surfeit? When the daffodil | 5 |
| Doth of the dew: | |
| Even as herself, O friend! | |
| I will of you! |
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