Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were - (32)

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The morns are meeker than they were - (32)

The morns are meeker than they were - The nuts are getting brown - The berry’s cheek is plumper - The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf - The field a scarlet gown - Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned I’ll put a trinket on.