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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

I bring an unaccustomed wine

By Emily Dickinson

The spider as an artist

By Emily Dickinson

The nearest dream recedes, unrealized

By Emily Dickinson

What mystery pervades a well!

By Emily Dickinson

We play at paste

By Emily Dickinson

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

By Emily Dickinson

I found the phrase to every thought

By Emily Dickinson

It's like the light,

By Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson

A dew sufficed itself

By Emily Dickinson

Dare you see a soul at the white heat?

By Emily Dickinson

His bill an auger is

By Emily Dickinson

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