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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 1224.
Like Trains of Cars on Tracks of Plush
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955
Comment 1 of 1, added on September 6th, 2005 at 5:17 PM.
ther are actually two more stanzas to this poem they go like this...
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!
John Doe from United States
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ther are actually two more stanzas to this poem they go like this...
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee’s experience
Of clovers and of noon!
John Doe from United States