Oh Give It Motion-deck It Sweet

Emily Dickinson

1527

Oh give it Motion—deck it sweet
With Artery and Vein—
Upon its fastened Lips lay words—
Affiance it again
To that Pink stranger we call Dust—
Acquainted more with that
Than with this horizontal one
That will not lift its Hat—

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