(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

She Sweeps With Many-Colored Brooms,

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!

You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!

And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars --
And then I come away.

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........a beautiful poem with exquisite imagery ★