Emily Dickinson

A feather from the Whippoorwill

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A feather from the Whippoorwill

161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting — sings! Whose galleries — are Sunrise — Whose Opera — the Springs — Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin Of mellow — murmuring thread — Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt In "Recess" — Overhead!