Poem

A feather from the Whippoorwill

Emily Dickinson
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin Of mellow—murmuring thread— Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt In "Recess"—Overhead!

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