Poetry Friday May 18, 2007 By Mary Ellen Barrett Leave a Comment Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the firmament And rested on a beam; And then together bore away Upon a shining sea,~Though never yet, in any port,Their coming mentioned be. If spoken by the distant bird,If met in either sea,By frigate or by merchantman,Report was not to me. ~Emily Dickinson . Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related
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