Emily Dickinson

My Nosegays Are for Captives;

My nosegays are for captives;
  Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
  Patient till paradise.
 
To such, if they should whisper
  Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
  And I, no other prayer.
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