WHO ROBBED THE WOODS
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WHO ROBBED THE WOODS
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..........................WHO robbed the woods,
..........................The trusting woods?
..........................The unsuspecting trees
..........................Brought out their burrs and mosses
..........................His fantasy to please.
..........................He scanned their trinkets, curious,
..........................He grasped, he bore away.
..........................What will the solemn hemlock,
..........................What will the fir-tree say?
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..........................THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN THE BIRDS COME BACK
..........................THESE are the days when birds come back,
..........................A very few, a bird or two,
..........................To take a backward look.
..........................These are the days when skies put on
..........................The old, old sophistries of June,--
..........................A blue and gold mistake.
..........................Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
..........................Almost thy plausibility
..........................Induces my belief,
..........................Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
..........................And softly through the altered air
..........................Hurries a timid leaf!
..........................Oh, sacrament of summer days,
..........................Oh, last communion in the haze,
..........................Permit a child to join,
..........................Thy sacred emblems to partake,
..........................Thy consecrated bread to break,
..........................Taste thine immortal wine!
.......................... Emily Dickinson
..........................WHO robbed the woods,
..........................The trusting woods?
..........................The unsuspecting trees
..........................Brought out their burrs and mosses
..........................His fantasy to please.
..........................He scanned their trinkets, curious,
..........................He grasped, he bore away.
..........................What will the solemn hemlock,
..........................What will the fir-tree say?
.............................
..........................THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN THE BIRDS COME BACK
..........................THESE are the days when birds come back,
..........................A very few, a bird or two,
..........................To take a backward look.
..........................These are the days when skies put on
..........................The old, old sophistries of June,--
..........................A blue and gold mistake.
..........................Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
..........................Almost thy plausibility
..........................Induces my belief,
..........................Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
..........................And softly through the altered air
..........................Hurries a timid leaf!
..........................Oh, sacrament of summer days,
..........................Oh, last communion in the haze,
..........................Permit a child to join,
..........................Thy sacred emblems to partake,
..........................Thy consecrated bread to break,
..........................Taste thine immortal wine!
.......................... Emily Dickinson
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thank you emily i think you may have a future in poetic works just put few more in and we will see how you go ehe
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Re: WHO ROBBED THE WOODS
This is wonderful Emily,your poetry has been getting a lot better these days.
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Bla Bla Bla bla , just get the trees back and stop talking about it stupid dumb person .We got to breath you know ?. :664: :4444: I think he has flipped his lid again ?
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