Poems: Second Series (Dickinson)/Prelude

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MY nosegays are for captives;
  Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.

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