The Robin Is The One
Emily Dickinson
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on— The Robin is the One That overflow the Noon With her cherubic quantity— An April but begun— The Robin is the One That speechless from her Nest Submit that Home—and Certainty And Sanctity, are best
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