poems from dickinson to maria whitney

No ladder needs the bird but skies
To situate its wings,
Nor any leader's grim baton
Arraigns it as it sings.
The implements of bliss are few -
As Jesus says of Him,
"Come unto me" the moiety
That wafts the cherubim.

thomas johnson's note on poem 1574 | index to dickinson/whitney poems

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