poems sent from dickinson to higginson

Longing is like the Seed
That wrestles in the Ground,
Believing if it intercede
It shall at length be found.

The Hour, and the Clime -
Each Circumstance unknown,
What Constancy must be achieved
Before it see the Sun!

thomas johnson's note on poem 1255 | index to dickinson poems sent to higginson

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