by Emily Dickinson
666
Ah, Teneriffe!
Retreating Mountain!
Purples of Ages - pause for you -
Sunset - reviews her Sapphire Regiment -
Day - drops you her Red Adieu!
Still - Clad in your Mail of ices -
Thigh of Granite - and thew - of Steel -
Heedless - alike - of pomp - or parting
Ah, Teneriffe!
I'm kneeling - still -
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Last updated June 21, 2015