Nature LXVII. Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Nature LXVII. Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn

Part Two: Nature

LXVII

Presentment is that long shadow on the lawn

Indicative that suns go down;

The notice to the startled grass

That darkness is about to pass.

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