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Emily Dickinson
‘There is no Frigate like a Book’
‘You love me – you are sure’
‘The Murmur of a Bee’
‘Except to Heaven, she is nought’
‘Dust is the only secret’
‘The Sun kept stooping – stooping – low!’
‘Mute thy Coronation’
‘She died –
this
was the way she died’
‘She went as quiet as the Dew’
‘All overgrown by cunning moss’
‘Bless God, he went as soldiers’
‘On such a night, or such a night’
‘This heart that broke so long’
‘She bore it till the simple veins’
‘For every Bird a Nest’
‘Whose are the little beds, I asked’
‘Some, too fragile for winter winds’
‘An altered look about the hills’
‘Soul, Wilt thou toss again?’
‘Pigmy seraphs – gone astray’
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