Emily Dickinson

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

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were - Poem by Emily Dickinson


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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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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