Poems ✍️
  24.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

His Feet Are Shod With Gauze

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His Feet are shod with Gauze—
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

His Labor is a Chant—
His Idleness—a Tune—
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!


  armor labor Nature longing

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