Poems — Second Series by Emily Dickinson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Mabel Loomis Todd
My Nosegays Are for Captives
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-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.