WILL THERE REALLY BE A MORNING?

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-lilles?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some scholar! Oh some sailor!
Oh wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!

      Emily Dickinson