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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show—
So fairy—so fictitious
The individuals do
Repealed from observation—
A Party that we knew—
More distant in an instant
Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- That I Did Always Love
- As One Does Sickness Over
- A Weight With Needles On The Pounds
- It Dropped So Low -- In My Regard --
- Before The Ice Is In The Pools