My nosegays are for captives; <br /> Dim, long-expectant eyes, <br />Fingers denied the plucking, <br /> Patient till paradise. <br /> <br />To such, if they should whisper <br /> Of morning and the moor, <br />They bear no other errand, <br /> And I, no other prayer.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-nosegays-are-for-captives/
