A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear

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A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
To find that what one waked for,
Inhales the different dawn.

by Emily Dickinson

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At dawn the stars on their flag will vanish The water will turn up their footprints and the day will rise Like a monument to my Friends the forgotten - - - - - - - - - - - -Perhaps the poet gives tribute to forgotten heroes of a war who lost every thing, legs, eyes or lives for the country or people.Now they are forgotten, but time will one day tell their stories.
A different consideration of what kind of friends you can have. M.Walker.
Very heartfelt dedication......great write!
My friends without fathers or houses hear Doors opening in the darkness Whose halls announce Nice work.Thanks for sharing it with us.
This is such a touching piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing.Like to read again and again.
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