The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
The Morning after Wo -'Tis frequently the Way - Surpasses all that rose before - For utter Jubilee - As Nature did not Care -And piled her Blossoms on - The further to parade a Joy Her Victim stared opon - The Birds declaim their Tunes - Pronouncing every wordLike Hammers - Did they know they fell Like Litanies of Lead - On here and there - a creature - They'd modify the Glee To fit some Crucifixal Clef -Some key of Calvary -