Poem by Dorothy Aldis

Emily Dickinson

A small sagacious friend of life's
Who never liked to stir
Beyond her darling garden path,
Til death seemed friendlier.

Before she swung her little gate
Wide on eternity
She left us pledges of a heaven
She did not need to see.

1. Night and Morning
2. The Picnic
3. Somersault
4. Little
5. My Nose

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