Lyric Poem · Dreams & Sleep
Water makes many Beds
Water makes many Beds
For those averse to sleep —
Its awful chamber open stands —
Its Curtains blandly sweep —
Abhorrent is the Rest
In undulating Rooms
Whose Amplitude no end invades —
Whose Axis never comes.
This poem is in the public domain.
“Water makes many Beds” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/water-makes-many-beds
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