This post is especially for my fellow insomniacs:-)
I don’t know what the author intended this poem it to be about, but it makes me think of when I can’t fall asleep at night.
Will there really be a Morning?
by Emily Dickinson
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 Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!