The Robin Is A Gabriel
Emily Dickinson
1483 The Robin is a Gabriel In humble circumstances— His Dress denotes him socially, Of Transport’s Working Classes— He has the punctuality Of the New England Farmer— The same oblique integrity, A Vista vastly warmer— A small but sturdy Residence A self denying Household, The Guests of Perspicacity Are all that cross his Threshold— As covert as a Fugitive, Cajoling Consternation By Ditties to the Enemy And Sylvan Punctuation—
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