Explore "She Sweeps with Many-Colored Brooms" by Emily Dickinson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms, / And leaves the shreds behind; / Oh, housewife in the evening west, / Come back, and dust the pond!
You dropped a purple ravelling in, / You dropped an amber thread; / And now you 've littered all the East / With duds of emerald!
And still she plies her spotted brooms, / And still the aprons fly, / Till brooms fade softly into stars -- / And then I come away.