Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore?
Not Knowing When The Dawn Will Come, By: Emily Dickinson
We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.
We honor great poets. We honor great poetry.
Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door;
Or has it feathers like a bird,
Or billows like a shore?