Emily, Dead Poet Recluse Poem by james watkin
Emily, Dead Poet Recluse
Rating: ★5.0
O so late who unto this lily
To admire, would stand as close.
Bashful drooped, who could not, if now
Step up too soft anyhow!
In a nook what was built up of
Its quiet's consecrating
Is but roomed air! Of whose mystique
Shadings' increase made unique.
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: famous authors
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5/13/2024 2:53:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Of whose mystique Shadings' increase made unique. i hope u are praising Emily Dickens........ a great praise indeed dear poet. thank u. tony
Yes tony. Written about my dearest friend in time: (besides jesus!) Miss emily dickinson.