Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep —
Its awful chamber open stands —
Its Curtains blandly sweep —
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades —
Whose Axis never comes.
Water makes many Beds
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Water makes many Beds
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