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A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Lady Red&Mdash;Amid The Hill
- A Little Bread&Mdash;A Crust&Mdash;A Crumb
- A Feather From The Whippoorwill
- Wild Nights! Wild Nights!
- I Never Saw A Moor