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Emily Dickinson
Savior! I’ve No One Else To Tell
What Did They Do Since I Saw Them?
The Sweetest Heresy Received
The Heaven Vests For Each
Where Bells No More Affright The Morn
Tis Customary As We Part
Removed From Accident Of Loss
Just As He Spoke It From His Hands
They Won’t Frown Always—some Sweet Day
Wert Thou But Ill—that I Might Show Thee
Of Silken Speech And Specious Shoe
If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
The World—stands—solemner—to Me
If What We Could—were What We Would
I’Ll Send The Feather From My Hat!
My First Well Day—since Many Ill
The Bat Is Dun With Wrinkled Wings
Volcanoes be in Sicily
To See Her Is A Picture
A Word dropped careless on a Page
The Lamp Burns Sure—within
My Best Acquaintances Are Those
The Zeroes—taught Us—phosphorous
Are Friends Delight Or Pain
This Was In The White Of The Year
Not That We Did, Shall Be The Test
The Hollows Round His Eager Eyes
None Can Experience Sting
Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned The Red
The Tint I Cannot Take—is Best
The Months Have Ends—the Years—a Knot
The Spirit Is The Conscious Ear
Morns Like These—we Parted
Severer Service Of Myself
The Heart Has Narrow Banks
When Katie Walks, This Simple Pair Accompany Her Side
No Other Can Reduce
Shells From The Coast Mistaking
We Miss Her, Not Because We See
This—is the land—the Sunset washes—
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