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 waterlilies?
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 wiseman from the skies!
Please tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
Emily Dickinson
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