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Emily Dickinson

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

Sexton! My Master's sleeping here


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Sexton! My Master's sleeping here.
Pray lead me to his bed!
I came to build the Bird's nest,
And sow the Early seed—

That when the snow creeps slowly
From off his chamber door—
Daisies point the way there—
And the Troubadour.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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