Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XLVII.

Emily Dick

Settings
ScrollingScrolling

What soft, cherubic creatures

These gentlewomen are!

One would as soon assault a plush

Or violate a star.

Such dimity convictions,

A horror so refined

Of freckled human nature,

Of Deity ashamed, —

It's such a common glory,

A fisherman's degree!

Redemption, brittle lady,

Be so, ashamed of thee.

This book comes from:m.funovel.com。

Last Next Contents
Bookshelf ADD Settings
Reviews Add a review
Chapter loading