Alter! When The Hills Do


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 this ★
I love the rhyme in this poem!