Alter! When The Hills Do

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Alter! When the Hills do—
Falter! When the Sun
Question if His Glory
Be the Perfect One—

Surfeit! When the Daffodil
Doth of the Dew—
Even as Herself—Sir—
I will—of You—

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

...a beautiful verse...love this ★
I love the rhyme in this poem!