Living
My nosegays are for captives
From Poems, Second Series (1891)
Living
My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise,
To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.
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Codex Note
Prefatory poem of the volume.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “My nosegays are for captives.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/772/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “My nosegays are for captives.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/772/.
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