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My nosegays are for captives

by Emily Dickinson, 1891

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

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