94 <br /> <br />Angels, in the early morning <br />May be seen the Dews among, <br />Stooping—plucking—smiling—flying— <br />Do the Buds to them belong? <br /> <br />Angels, when the sun is hottest <br />May be seen the sands among, <br />Stooping—plucking—sighing—flying— <br />Parched the flowers they bear along.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/angels-in-the-early-morning/
