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've never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim,
Where the place called morning lies!
from Poetry by Heart: A Child's Book of Poems to Remember
compiled by Liz Attenborough
Scholastic 2001 
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