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The Morning after Woe

The Morning after Woe

The Morning after Woe
‘Tis frequently the Way
Surpasses all that rose before
For utter Jubilee

As Nature did not care
And piled her Blossoms on
And further to parade a Joy
Her Victim stared upon

The Birds declaim their Tunes
Pronouncing every word
Like Hammers Did they know they fell
Like Litanies of Lead

On here and there a creature
They’d modify the Glee
To fit some Crucifixal Clef
Some Key of Calvary



Poem The Morning after Woe - Emily Dickinson