My nosegays are for captives

My nosegays are for captives;
  Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
  Patient till paradise,
To such, if they should whisper
  Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
  And I, no other prayer.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Second Series

Tags:

Any corrections or public domain poems I should have here? Email me at poems (at) this domain.