A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill Poem by Emily Dickinson

A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill

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A Lady red—amid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!

The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms—
Sweep vale—and hill—and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?

The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird—
In such a little while!

And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the "Resurrection"
Were nothing very strange!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Larry Schreckengost 31 December 2017

Her annual secret keeps! Cute

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Indira Renganathan 01 November 2016

nature is beautiful...those ladies awaiting whom....may be their husbands back from war or from far gone away place...to bring out the correct meaning is a bit difficult for me....but Emily sounds always musical-10

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Angelina Holmes 04 May 2014

Love her poems. Fantastic.

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* Sunprincess * 29 April 2014

........a beautiful write of nature...enjoyed..

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Emily Dickinson

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Amherst / Massachusetts
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