The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were Poem by Emily Dickinson

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were

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The morns are meeker than they were—
The nuts are getting brown—
The berry's cheek is plumper—
The Rose is out of town.

The Maple wears a gayer scarf—
The field a scarlet gown—
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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