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Dropped into the Ether Acre—
Wearing the Sod Gown—
Bonnet of Everlasting Laces—
Brooch—frozen on—
Horses of Blonde—and Coach of Silver—
Baggage a strapped Pearl—
Journey of Down—and Whip of Diamond—
Riding to meet the Earl—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Is Bliss Then, Such Abyss
- They Say That 'Time Assuages,
- I'M Ceded—i'Ve Stopped Being Theirs
- The Brain&Mdash;Is Wider Than The Sky
- The Battle Fought Between The Soul
