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II. OUT OF THE MORNING. Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as 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! TWO OUT OF THE MORNING WILL THERE REALLY BE A MORNING IS THERE SUCH A THING AS DAY COULD I SEE IT FROM THE MOUNTAINS IF I WERE AS 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 O SOME SCHOLAR OH SOME SAILOR OH SOME WISE MAN FROM THE SKIES PLEASE TO TELL A LITTLE PILGRIM WHERE THE PLACE CALLED MOURNING LIES
t wait? What if I burst the fleshly gate And pass, escaped, to thee? What if I file this mortal off, See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, -- And wade in liberty? They cannot take us any more, -- Dungeons may call, and guns implore; Unmeaning now, to me, As laughter was an hour ago, Or laces, or a travelling show, Or who died yesterday! III. NATURE. I. MOTHER NATURE. Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, -- Her admonition mild In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird. How fair her conversation, A summer afternoon, -- Her household, her assembly; And when the sun goes down Her voice among the aisles Incites the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower. When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lamps; Then, bending from the sky With infinite affection And infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere.  CHAPTER THREE OF POEMS SERIES TWO BY EMILY DICKINSON THIS LIBER OF OX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN THREE NATURE ONE MOTHER NATURE NATURE THE GENTLEST MOTHER IMPATIENT OF NO CHILD THE FEEBLEST O'ER THE WAYWARDEST HER ADMONITION MILD IN FOREST AND THE HILL BY TRAVELLER IS HEARD RESTRAINING RAMPANT SQUIRREL OR TOO IMPETUOUS BIRD HOW FAIR HER CONVERSATION A SUMMER AFTERNOON HER HOUSEHOLD HER ASSEMBLY AND WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN HER VOICE AMONG THE ISLES INCITES THE TIMID PRAYER OF THE MINUTEST CRICKET THE MOST UNWORTHY FLOWER WHEN ALL THE CHILDREN SLEEP SHE TURNS AS LONG AWAY AS WILL SUFFICE TO LIGHT HER LAMPS THEN BENDING FROM THE SKY WITH INFINITE AFFECTION AND INFINITER CARE HER GOLDEN FINGER ON HER LIP WILL'S SILENCE EVERYWHERE
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