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 water-lilies?
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 wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
--- Emily Dickinson
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Photo -- Dawn from Hayfork Summit (winter-1998)
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This is the land the sunset washes ....
--- Dickinson
