Author Emily Dickinson 60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and Cochineal After the Day! "Departed"—both&mdash ;they say! i.e. gathered away, Not found, Argues the Aster still— Reasons the Daffodil Profound! Tags purple fire Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments