Emily Dickinson

Angels, in the early morning

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Angels, in the early morning

94 Angels, in the early morning 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.