Split the Lark — and you’ll find the Music —
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled —
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.
Loose the Flood — you shall find it patent —
Gush after Gush, reserved for you —
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
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This is one of my favorite Poems by Emily Dickinson. She is a great poet. I myself are a poet and some of my poems can relate to Emily’s. They are not a rewrite or copy..they just seem to be alike.