Its Little Ether Hood

Emily Dickinson

1501

Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head—
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God—

Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time—
And Dandelion’s Drama
Expires in a stem.

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