Sang from the Heart, Sire,
by Emily Dickinson
Sang from the Heart, Sire,
Dipped my Beak in it,
If the Tune drip too much
Have a tint too Red
Pardon the Cochineal—
Suffer the Vermillion—
Death is the Wealth
Of the Poorest Bird.
Bear with the Ballad—
Awkward—faltering—
Death twists the strings—
'Twasn't my blame—
Pause in your Liturgies—
Wait your Chorals—
While I repeat your
Hallowed name—
YOU ARE READING
Dickinson Poems
PoetryCollection of poems by Emily Dickinson used in the Dickinson TV series.