poems sent from dickinson to bowles

Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver" -
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have no a crest.
Her heart is fit for home -
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

thomas johnson's note on poem 84 | index to dickinson poems sent to bowles

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