Sweet is the swamp with its secrets by Emily Dickinson Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'T is then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. A snake is summer's treason, And guile is where it goes. Find Related Poems Snake Poems Swamp Poems Summer Poems
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets by Emily Dickinson Sweet is the swamp with its secrets, Until we meet a snake; 'T is then we sigh for houses, And our departure take At that enthralling gallop That only childhood knows. A snake is summer's treason, And guile is where it goes.
