“Angels In The Early Morning” By Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

   Angels in the early morning
    May be seen the dews among,
    Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
    Do the buds to them belong?

    Angels when the sun is hottest
    May be seen the sands among,
    Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
    Parched the flowers they bear along.