Emily Dickinson

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

They Ask But Our Delight - Poem by Emily Dickinson


They ask but our Delight—
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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