Her face was in a bed of hair
Read 'Her face was in a bed of hair' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Her face was in a bed of hair by Emily Dickinson
Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot --
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her tongue more tender than the tune
That totters in the leaves --
Who hears may be incredulous,
Who witnesses, believes.
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