Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Two: NatureLXXXVI
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Her annual secret keeps;
A lady white within the field
In placid lily sleeps!
Sweep vale, and hill, and tree!
Prithee, my pretty housewives!
Who may expected he?
The woods exchange a smile—
Orchard, and buttercup, and bird—
In such a little while!
How nonchalant the wood,
As if the resurrection
Were nothing very odd!