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The Sun just touched the Morning

The Sun just touched the Morning

The Sun just touched the Morning
The Morning Happy thing
Supposed that He had come to dwell
And Life would all be Spring!

She felt herself supremer
A Raised Ethereal Thing!
Henceforth for Her What Holiday!
Meanwhile Her wheeling King
Trailed slow along the Orchards
His haughty spangled Hems
Leaving a new necessity!
The want of Diadems!

The Morning fluttered staggered
Felt feebly for Her Crown
Her unanointed forehead
Henceforth Her only One!



Poem The Sun just touched the Morning - Emily Dickinson