Lyric Poem · Hope
And this of all my Hopes
And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end
Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root
This poem is in the public domain.
“And this of all my Hopes” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/and-this-of-all-my-hopes
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