Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Dawn (Not knowing when the dawn will come)

Not knowing when the dawn will come
  I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
  Or billows like a shore?

1. High from the Earth I Heard a Bird
2. To March
3. A Murmur in the Trees to Note
4. Morning Is the Place for Dew
5. March

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