My nosegays are for Captives
Read 'My nosegays are for Captives' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
My nosegays are for Captives by Emily Dickinson
My nosegays are for Captives --
Dim -- expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till Paradise.
To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.
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