Tis Sunrise-little Maid-hast Thou
Emily Dickinson
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast Thou No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry— ’Tis Noon—My little Maid— Alas—and art thou sleeping yet? The Lily—waiting to be Wed— The Bee—Hast thou forgot? My little Maid—’Tis Night—Alas That Night should be to thee Instead of Morning—Had’st thou broached Thy little Plan to Die— Dissuade thee, if I could not, Sweet, I might have aided—thee—
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