Poem

The Guest is gold and crimson

Emily Dickinson
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay— He reaches town at nightfall— He stops at every door— Who looks for him at morning I pray him too—explore The Lark's pure territory— Or the Lapwing's shore!

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