poems sent from dickinson to bowles

I'll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows - but at the sight of that
My Sovreign will relent?
As trinket - worn by faded Child -
Confronting eyes long - comforted -
Blisters the Adamant!

thomas johnson's note on poem 687 | index to dickinson poems sent to bowles

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