My nosegays are for captives lyrics

by

Emily Dickinson


My nosegays are for captives
Dim, long-expectant eyes
Fingers denied the plucking
Patient till paradise

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor
They bear no other errand
And I, no other prayer
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