Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here
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.
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