~ Ms.Emily's Gift's~

The night n'er knew her face-
She would retire afore the sun set-
In the early twiglight hours-
Wrapped herself tightly in velvet coverlet-

Beauty sleep was her aim-
A resting of her most beautiful soul-
And a deep withdrawl from-
The Ebon's sometimes too cold-

She had not one mean thought-
Her character honest and true-
A vision with her beloved God-
'Twas all that she ever knew-

Daylight hours she embraced-
The Butterfly and Bee-
Caressed- she- the garden Lillies-
Natures keeping 'twas her ability-

She ne'r knew a person-
That she did not revere-
An honor bestowed upon each one-
Always in her heart held near-

Amherst-it was truly blessed-
Though at the time so unaware-
That they had such a gifted poet-
Living and loving the sod-right there!

In Honor of: Emily Dickinson

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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