Morns like these—we parted lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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Morns like these—we parted
Noons like these—she rose
Fluttering first—then firmer
To her fair repose
Never did she lisp it
It was not for me
She—was mute from transport
I—from agony
Till—the evening nearing
One the curtains drew
Quick! A Sharper rustling!
And this linnet flew!