Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886

 

Beclouded

by Emily Dickinson

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.

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Poems
Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston
 
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