The Guest is gold and crimson-- An Opal guest, and gray-- Of ermine is his doublet-- His Capuchin gay-- He reaches town at nightfall-- He stops at every door-- Who looks for him at morning-- I pray him too--explore The Lark's pure territory-- Or the Lapwing's shore! ~~Emily Dickinson, c. late 1858

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