Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
Upon his Saddle sprung a Bird
And crossed a thousand Trees
Before a Fence without a Fare
His Fantasy did please
And then he lifted up his Throat
And squandered such a Note
A Universe that overheard
Is stricken by it yet
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