In my Poetry Notebook...
by Emily Dickinson
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
IF I were a s tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries?
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man, from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies.
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A wee explanation: this website was created as a way to amplify the daily surprise of seeing glory in one small life. The notebook entries represented here are all selected from things actually lived and noted on paper in an effort to live the full life British educator Charlotte Mason so ably championed.
Book Of Centuries
Book Of Firsts