The Guest Is Gold And Crimson Poem by Emily Dickinson

The Guest Is Gold And Crimson



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The Guest is gold and crimson—
An Opal guest and gray—
Of Ermine is his doublet—
His Capuchin gay—

He reaches town at nightfall—
He stops at every door—
Who looks for him at morning
I pray him too—explore
The Lark's pure territory—
Or the Lapwing's shore!

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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