"Angels, in the early morning" By Emily Dickinson [Analysis]

Angels, in the early morning[1] May be seen the Dews among,[2] Stooping -- plucking -- smiling -- flying --[3] Do the Buds to them belong?[4] Angels, when the sun is hottest[5] May be seen the sands among,[6] Stooping -- plucking -- sighing -- flying --[7] Parched the flowers they bear along.[8]
Poem 94 [F73] "Angels, in the early morning" Analysis by David Preest [Poem]

In poem 78 angels had tenderly carried to God a 'tattered heart' at the moment of its death. In this poem they are shown to be work throughout our lives. They look after us when we belong to them as buds in the morning of our lives. And when in our adult lives we are like parched flowers in the hottest sun of midday, they still stoop down to us, and with a sigh carry us along. In a later letter of 1883 (L824) to her friend Maria Whitney Emily says, 'the Angel begins in the morning of every human life.'
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