'T is sunrise, little maid, hast thou
No station in the day?
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, —
Retrieve thine industry.
'T is noon, my little maid, alas!
And art thou sleeping yet?
The lily waiting to be wed,
The bee, dost thou forget?
My little maid, 't is night; alas,
That night should be to thee
Instead of morning! Hadst thou broached
Thy little plan to me,
Dissuade thee if I could not, sweet,
I might have aided thee.
I am busy working to bring Emily Dickinson's "Unwarned" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Emily Dickinson's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Unwarned" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.