I Robbed The Woods

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I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (2)

.......oh this is so amazing...adding to my favorites ★
I have robbed them myself