Like her the Saints retire,
In their Chapeaux of fire,
Martial as she!
Like her the Evenings steal
Purple and Cochineal
After the Day!
“Departed” — both — they say!
i.e. gathered away,
Not found,
Argues the Aster still —
Reasons the Daffodil
Profound!
Christians, like evenings and flowers, live again after dying.
i love the poem it is the best ever.
Wow! Nice peom. I had to do an 8 page paper on Emily for my pschology class, because she had mental problems like bi polar disorder, agoraphobia, and schizptypy personality disorder. Who knew?