A Place Called “Morning”

Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “Morning” lies.
— Emily Dickinson

I will tell you, little Pilgrim,
Where the place called “Morning” lies,
For I awoke this morning
And saw it in her eyes.
I saw her auburn tresses
And felt her hand in mine.
I will tell you, little Pilgrim,
Where the place called “Morning” lies.