daily dose of Emily Dickinson
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If I can stop one Heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain
I shall not live in vain
Pinned
If Emily Dickinson had a bluesky account, she'd be shitposting everyday besides writing poems of course.
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Had I not This, or This, I said
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity —
Inadequate — were Life —
"Thou hast not Me, nor Me" — it said,
In Moment of Reverse —
"And yet Thou art industrious —
No need — hadst Thou — of us"?
Had I not This, or This, I said
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity —
Inadequate — were Life —
"Thou hast not Me, nor Me" — it said,
In Moment of Reverse —
"And yet Thou art industrious —
No need — hadst Thou — of us"?
November 16, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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Had I not This, or This, I said
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity —
Inadequate — were Life —
"Thou hast not Me, nor Me" — it said,
In Moment of Reverse —
"And yet Thou art industrious —
No need — hadst Thou — of us"?
Had I not This, or This, I said
Had I not This, or This, I said,
Appealing to Myself,
In moment of prosperity —
Inadequate — were Life —
"Thou hast not Me, nor Me" — it said,
In Moment of Reverse —
"And yet Thou art industrious —
No need — hadst Thou — of us"?
Safe Despair it is that raves
Safe Despair it is that raves —
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.
Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble —
Love is one, not aggregate —
Nor is Dying double —
Safe Despair it is that raves —
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.
Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble —
Love is one, not aggregate —
Nor is Dying double —
November 15, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Safe Despair it is that raves
Safe Despair it is that raves —
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.
Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble —
Love is one, not aggregate —
Nor is Dying double —
Safe Despair it is that raves —
Agony is frugal.
Puts itself severe away
For its own perusal.
Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble —
Love is one, not aggregate —
Nor is Dying double —
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It knew no Medicine
It knew no Medicine —
It was not Sickness — then —
Nor any need of Surgery —
And therefore — 'twas not Pain —
It moved away the Cheeks —
A Dimple at a time —
And left the Profile — plainer —
And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint
That never had a Name —
It knew no Medicine
It knew no Medicine —
It was not Sickness — then —
Nor any need of Surgery —
And therefore — 'twas not Pain —
It moved away the Cheeks —
A Dimple at a time —
And left the Profile — plainer —
And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint
That never had a Name —
November 14, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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It knew no Medicine
It knew no Medicine —
It was not Sickness — then —
Nor any need of Surgery —
And therefore — 'twas not Pain —
It moved away the Cheeks —
A Dimple at a time —
And left the Profile — plainer —
And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint
That never had a Name —
It knew no Medicine
It knew no Medicine —
It was not Sickness — then —
Nor any need of Surgery —
And therefore — 'twas not Pain —
It moved away the Cheeks —
A Dimple at a time —
And left the Profile — plainer —
And in the place of Bloom
It left the little Tint
That never had a Name —
So from the mould
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise —
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise —
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
November 13, 2025 at 11:11 AM
So from the mould
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise —
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise —
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.
So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!
Pain has but one Acquaintance
Pain has but one Acquaintance
And that is Death —
Each one unto the other
Society enough.
Pain is the Junior Party
By just a Second's right —
Death tenderly assists Him
And then absconds from Sight.
Pain has but one Acquaintance
And that is Death —
Each one unto the other
Society enough.
Pain is the Junior Party
By just a Second's right —
Death tenderly assists Him
And then absconds from Sight.
November 12, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Pain has but one Acquaintance
Pain has but one Acquaintance
And that is Death —
Each one unto the other
Society enough.
Pain is the Junior Party
By just a Second's right —
Death tenderly assists Him
And then absconds from Sight.
Pain has but one Acquaintance
And that is Death —
Each one unto the other
Society enough.
Pain is the Junior Party
By just a Second's right —
Death tenderly assists Him
And then absconds from Sight.
An antiquated Grace
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
November 11, 2025 at 11:11 AM
An antiquated Grace
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
An antiquated Grace
Becomes that cherished Face
As well as prime
Enjoining us to part
We and our pouting Heart
Good friends with time
Soft as the massacre of Suns
Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening's Sabres slain
Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening's Sabres slain
November 10, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Soft as the massacre of Suns
Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening's Sabres slain
Soft as the massacre of Suns
By Evening's Sabres slain
I am afraid to own a Body
I am afraid to own a Body —
I am afraid to own a Soul —
Profound — precarious Property —
Possession, not optional —
Double Estate — entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir —
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
I am afraid to own a Body —
I am afraid to own a Soul —
Profound — precarious Property —
Possession, not optional —
Double Estate — entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir —
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
November 9, 2025 at 11:09 AM
I am afraid to own a Body
I am afraid to own a Body —
I am afraid to own a Soul —
Profound — precarious Property —
Possession, not optional —
Double Estate — entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir —
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
I am afraid to own a Body —
I am afraid to own a Soul —
Profound — precarious Property —
Possession, not optional —
Double Estate — entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir —
Duke in a moment of Deathlessness
And God, for a Frontier.
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There is a June when Corn is cut
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed —
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return —
Two Seasons, it is said, exist —
There is a June when Corn is cut
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed —
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return —
Two Seasons, it is said, exist —
November 8, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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There is a June when Corn is cut
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed —
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return —
Two Seasons, it is said, exist —
There is a June when Corn is cut
There is a June when Corn is cut
And Roses in the Seed —
A Summer briefer than the first
But tenderer indeed
As should a Face supposed the Grave's
Emerge a single Noon
In the Vermilion that it wore
Affect us, and return —
Two Seasons, it is said, exist —
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A House upon the Height
A House upon the Height —
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler's Cart — approached —
Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —
A House upon the Height
A House upon the Height —
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler's Cart — approached —
Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —
November 7, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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A House upon the Height
A House upon the Height —
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler's Cart — approached —
Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —
A House upon the Height
A House upon the Height —
That Wagon never reached —
No Dead, were ever carried down —
No Peddler's Cart — approached —
Whose Chimney never smoked —
Whose Windows — Night and Morn —
Caught Sunrise first — and Sunset — last —
Then — held an Empty Pane —
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The lonesome for they know not What
The lonesome for they know not What —
The Eastern Exiles — be —
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday —
And ever since — the purple Moat
They strive to climb — in vain —
As Birds — that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain —
The lonesome for they know not What
The lonesome for they know not What —
The Eastern Exiles — be —
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday —
And ever since — the purple Moat
They strive to climb — in vain —
As Birds — that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain —
November 6, 2025 at 11:11 AM
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The lonesome for they know not What
The lonesome for they know not What —
The Eastern Exiles — be —
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday —
And ever since — the purple Moat
They strive to climb — in vain —
As Birds — that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain —
The lonesome for they know not What
The lonesome for they know not What —
The Eastern Exiles — be —
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday —
And ever since — the purple Moat
They strive to climb — in vain —
As Birds — that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain —
He found my Being — set it up
He found my Being — set it up —
Adjusted it to place —
Then carved his name — upon it —
And bade it to the East
Be faithful — in his absence —
And he would come again —
With Equipage of Amber —
That time — to take it Home —
He found my Being — set it up —
Adjusted it to place —
Then carved his name — upon it —
And bade it to the East
Be faithful — in his absence —
And he would come again —
With Equipage of Amber —
That time — to take it Home —
November 5, 2025 at 11:11 AM
He found my Being — set it up
He found my Being — set it up —
Adjusted it to place —
Then carved his name — upon it —
And bade it to the East
Be faithful — in his absence —
And he would come again —
With Equipage of Amber —
That time — to take it Home —
He found my Being — set it up —
Adjusted it to place —
Then carved his name — upon it —
And bade it to the East
Be faithful — in his absence —
And he would come again —
With Equipage of Amber —
That time — to take it Home —
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Heaven has different Signs — to me
"Heaven" has different Signs — to me —
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place —
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills —
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals —
Heaven has different Signs — to me
"Heaven" has different Signs — to me —
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place —
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills —
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals —
November 4, 2025 at 11:11 AM
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Heaven has different Signs — to me
"Heaven" has different Signs — to me —
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place —
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills —
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals —
Heaven has different Signs — to me
"Heaven" has different Signs — to me —
Sometimes, I think that Noon
Is but a symbol of the Place —
And when again, at Dawn,
A mighty look runs round the World
And settles in the Hills —
An Awe if it should be like that
Upon the Ignorance steals —
I know of people in the Grave
I know of people in the Grave
Who would be very glad
To know the news I know tonight
If they the chance had had.
'Tis this expands the least event
And swells the scantest deed —
My right to walk upon the Earth
If they this moment had.
I know of people in the Grave
Who would be very glad
To know the news I know tonight
If they the chance had had.
'Tis this expands the least event
And swells the scantest deed —
My right to walk upon the Earth
If they this moment had.
November 3, 2025 at 11:10 AM
I know of people in the Grave
I know of people in the Grave
Who would be very glad
To know the news I know tonight
If they the chance had had.
'Tis this expands the least event
And swells the scantest deed —
My right to walk upon the Earth
If they this moment had.
I know of people in the Grave
Who would be very glad
To know the news I know tonight
If they the chance had had.
'Tis this expands the least event
And swells the scantest deed —
My right to walk upon the Earth
If they this moment had.
Too cold is this
Too cold is this
To warm with Sun —
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work —
Outstaring Masonry —
How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.
Too cold is this
To warm with Sun —
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work —
Outstaring Masonry —
How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.
November 2, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Too cold is this
Too cold is this
To warm with Sun —
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work —
Outstaring Masonry —
How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.
Too cold is this
To warm with Sun —
Too stiff to bended be,
To joint this Agate were a work —
Outstaring Masonry —
How went the Agile Kernel out
Contusion of the Husk
Nor Rip, nor wrinkle indicate
But just an Asterisk.
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On a Columnar Self
On a Columnar Self —
How ample to rely
In Tumult — or Extremity —
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry —
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction — That Granitic Base —
Though None be on our Side —
Suffice Us — for a Crowd —
Ourself — and Rectitude —
On a Columnar Self
On a Columnar Self —
How ample to rely
In Tumult — or Extremity —
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry —
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction — That Granitic Base —
Though None be on our Side —
Suffice Us — for a Crowd —
Ourself — and Rectitude —
November 1, 2025 at 11:09 AM
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On a Columnar Self
On a Columnar Self —
How ample to rely
In Tumult — or Extremity —
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry —
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction — That Granitic Base —
Though None be on our Side —
Suffice Us — for a Crowd —
Ourself — and Rectitude —
On a Columnar Self
On a Columnar Self —
How ample to rely
In Tumult — or Extremity —
How good the Certainty
That Lever cannot pry —
And Wedge cannot divide
Conviction — That Granitic Base —
Though None be on our Side —
Suffice Us — for a Crowd —
Ourself — and Rectitude —
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion —
A statesman's Embryo —
The Boys that whistled are extinct —
The Cows that fed and thanked
Remanded to a Ballad's Barn
Or Clover's Retrospect —
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion —
A statesman's Embryo —
The Boys that whistled are extinct —
The Cows that fed and thanked
Remanded to a Ballad's Barn
Or Clover's Retrospect —
October 31, 2025 at 11:10 AM
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion —
A statesman's Embryo —
The Boys that whistled are extinct —
The Cows that fed and thanked
Remanded to a Ballad's Barn
Or Clover's Retrospect —
A faded Boy — in sallow Clothes
Who drove a lonesome Cow
To pastures of Oblivion —
A statesman's Embryo —
The Boys that whistled are extinct —
The Cows that fed and thanked
Remanded to a Ballad's Barn
Or Clover's Retrospect —
Spurn the temerity
Spurn the temerity —
Rashness of Calvary —
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of Thee —
Spurn the temerity —
Rashness of Calvary —
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of Thee —
October 30, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Spurn the temerity
Spurn the temerity —
Rashness of Calvary —
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of Thee —
Spurn the temerity —
Rashness of Calvary —
Gay were Gethsemane
Knew we of Thee —
What I can do — I will
What I can do — I will —
Though it be little as a Daffodil —
That I cannot — must be
Unknown to possibility —
What I can do — I will —
Though it be little as a Daffodil —
That I cannot — must be
Unknown to possibility —
October 29, 2025 at 11:11 AM
What I can do — I will
What I can do — I will —
Though it be little as a Daffodil —
That I cannot — must be
Unknown to possibility —
What I can do — I will —
Though it be little as a Daffodil —
That I cannot — must be
Unknown to possibility —
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What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate —
And pass escaped — to thee!
What if I file this Mortal — off —
See where it hurt me — That's enough —
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me — any more!
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate —
And pass escaped — to thee!
What if I file this Mortal — off —
See where it hurt me — That's enough —
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me — any more!
October 28, 2025 at 11:10 AM
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What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate —
And pass escaped — to thee!
What if I file this Mortal — off —
See where it hurt me — That's enough —
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me — any more!
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate —
And pass escaped — to thee!
What if I file this Mortal — off —
See where it hurt me — That's enough —
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me — any more!
Not seeing, still we know
Not seeing, still we know —
Not knowing, guess —
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress —
And quake — and turn away,
Seraphic fear —
Is Eden's innuendo
"If you dare"?
Not seeing, still we know —
Not knowing, guess —
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress —
And quake — and turn away,
Seraphic fear —
Is Eden's innuendo
"If you dare"?
October 27, 2025 at 11:11 AM
Not seeing, still we know
Not seeing, still we know —
Not knowing, guess —
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress —
And quake — and turn away,
Seraphic fear —
Is Eden's innuendo
"If you dare"?
Not seeing, still we know —
Not knowing, guess —
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress —
And quake — and turn away,
Seraphic fear —
Is Eden's innuendo
"If you dare"?
A South Wind — has a pathos
A South Wind — has a pathos
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —
And much not understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
A South Wind — has a pathos
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —
And much not understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
October 26, 2025 at 11:09 AM
A South Wind — has a pathos
A South Wind — has a pathos
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —
And much not understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
A South Wind — has a pathos
Of individual Voice —
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.
A Hint of Ports and Peoples —
And much not understood —
The fairer — for the farness —
And for the foreignhood.
Sweet Pirate of the heart
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny —
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny —
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.
October 25, 2025 at 11:09 AM
Sweet Pirate of the heart
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny —
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.
Sweet Pirate of the heart,
Not Pirate of the Sea,
What wrecketh thee?
Some spice's Mutiny —
Some Attar's perfidy?
Confide in me.
Escaping backward to perceive
Escaping backward to perceive
The Sea upon our place —
Escaping forward, to confront
His glittering Embrace —
Retreating up, a Billow's height
Retreating blinded down
Our undermining feet to meet
Instructs to the Divine.
Escaping backward to perceive
The Sea upon our place —
Escaping forward, to confront
His glittering Embrace —
Retreating up, a Billow's height
Retreating blinded down
Our undermining feet to meet
Instructs to the Divine.
October 24, 2025 at 11:10 AM
Escaping backward to perceive
Escaping backward to perceive
The Sea upon our place —
Escaping forward, to confront
His glittering Embrace —
Retreating up, a Billow's height
Retreating blinded down
Our undermining feet to meet
Instructs to the Divine.
Escaping backward to perceive
The Sea upon our place —
Escaping forward, to confront
His glittering Embrace —
Retreating up, a Billow's height
Retreating blinded down
Our undermining feet to meet
Instructs to the Divine.
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Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere —
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather — on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere —
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather — on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
October 23, 2025 at 11:11 AM
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Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere —
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather — on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Rainbow — coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere —
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather — on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whir