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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There is a morn by men unseen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">24</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There is a morn by men unseen—<br>Whose maids upon remoter green<br>Keep their Seraphic May—<br>And all day long, with dance and game,<br>And gambol I may never name—<br>Employ their holiday.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Here to light measure, move the feet<br>Which walk no more the village street—<br>Nor by the wood are found—<br>Here are the birds that sought the sun<br>When last year's distaff idle hung<br>And summer's brows were bound.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ne'er saw I such a wondrous scene—<br>Ne'er such a ring on such a green—<br>Nor so serene array—<br>As if the stars some summer night<br>Should swing their cups of Chrysolite—<br>And revel till the day—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386261" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Like thee to dance—like thee to sing—<br>People upon the mystic green—<br>I ask, each new May Morn.<br>I wait thy far, fantastic bells—<br>Unto the different dawn!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>