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13. May 2005

Out of the Morning

Will there really be a morning?   
Is there such a thing as day?   
Could I see it from the mountains   
If I were as tall as they?   
Has it feet like water-lilies?          
Has it feathers like a bird?   
Is it brought from famous countries   
Of which I have never heard?   
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!   
Oh, some wise man from the skies!           
Please to tell a little pilgrim   
Where the place called morning lies!  
Emily Dickinson (1830-86)