Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

His Feet Are Shod With Gauze - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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His Feet are shod with Gauze—
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

His Labor is a Chant—
His Idleness—a Tune—
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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