Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/These are signs to Nature's inns,

​
THESE are the signs to Nature's inns,
Her invitation broad
For whomsoever famishing
To taste her mystic bread.

These are the rites of Nature's house,
The hospitality
That opens with an equal width
To beggar or to bee.

For sureties of her staunch estate,
Her undecaying cheer,
The purple in the East is set
And in the North, the star.

This article is issued from Wikisource. The text is available under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 unless otherwise noted. Additional terms may apply for the media files.