She slept beneath a tree
She slept beneath a tree -- Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute -- She recognized the foot -- Put on her carmine suit And see!
Emily Dickinson
She slept beneath a tree -- Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute -- She recognized the foot -- Put on her carmine suit And see!
In just a few gentle strokes, the poem gives us a private, almost dreamlike encounter. Someone—a woman, maybe a child—lies asleep under a tree, and only the speaker remembers her.
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