Poems ✍️
  05.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

Angels, In The Early Morning

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Angels, in the early morning
May be seen the Dews among,
Stooping—plucking—smiling—flying—
Do the Buds to them belong?

Angels, when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping—plucking—sighing—flying—
Parched the flowers they bear along.


  angels Morning Nature transience

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