Author Emily Dickinson 161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin Of mellow—murmuring thread— Whose Beryl Egg, what Schoolboys hunt In "Recess"—Overhead! Tags hunting spring Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments