Poems — First Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd

Apparently with No Surprise

Apparently with no surprise To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on, The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.

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