His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook --
Read 'His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook --' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook -- by Emily Dickinson
His Bill is clasped -- his Eye forsook --
His Feathers wilted low --
The Claws that clung, like lifeless Gloves
Indifferent hanging now --
The Joy that in his happy Throat
Was waiting to be poured
Gored through and through with Death, to be
Assassin of a Bird
Resembles to my outraged mind
The firing in Heaven,
On Angels -- squandering for you
Their Miracles of Tune --
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