His Feet are shod with Gauze --
His Helmet, is of Gold,
His Breast, a Single Onyx
With Chrysophrase, inlaid.

His Labor is a Chant --
His Idleness -- a Tune --
Oh, for a Bee's experience
Of Clovers, and of Noon!

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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 916. His Feet are shod with Gauze --
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Poem of the Day: Nov 26 2005
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