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'Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thou

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

'Tis sunrise, little maid, hast thou
  No station in the day?
'Twas not thy wont to hinder so, —
  Retrieve thine industry.

'Tis noon, my little maid, alas!
  And art thou sleeping yet?
The lily waiting to be wed,
  The bee, dost thou forget?

My little maid, 'tis night; alas,
  That night should be to thee
Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached
  Thy little plan to me,
Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,
  I might have aided thee.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series

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