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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

I bring an unaccustomed wine

By Emily Dickinson

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,

By Emily Dickinson

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized

By Emily Dickinson

It's like the light,

By Emily Dickinson

We play at paste

By Emily Dickinson

A dew sufficed itself

By Emily Dickinson

I found the phrase to every thought

By Emily Dickinson

His bill an auger is

By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets

By Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?

By Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite

By Emily Dickinson

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