Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

And This Of All My Hopes - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root


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  • Rookie - 181 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 7:41:00 AM)

    Very nice. Always a pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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