Angels (Poem by Emily Dickinson)

Daily Classic Poem

By Emily Dickinson

May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?

Angels when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.

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