Morns like these - we parted - lyrics

Morns like these – we parted –

Noons like these – she rose –

Fluttering first – then firmer

To her fair repose.

Never did she lisp it –

And 'twas not for me –

She – was mute from transport –

I – from agony –

Till – the evening nearing

One the shutters drew –

Quick! A sharper rustling!

And this linnet flew!

• Artist:Emily Dickinson