Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie Poem by Emily Dickinson
Sweet Mountains—ye Tell Me No Lie
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Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie—
Never deny Me—Never fly—
Those same unvarying Eyes
Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
Or take the Royal names in vain—
Their far—slow—Violet Gaze—
My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still—
The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill—
Whose service—is to You—
Her latest Worship—When the Day
Fades from the Firmament away—
To lift Her Brows on You—
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5/3/2024 2:06:10 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I look at the portrayal of the character of a wayward nun. This little poem can be expanded into a thesis. Great brevity.