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Fame is the tine that Scholars leave
Upon their Setting Names—
The Iris not of Occident
That disappears as comes—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- One Year Ago—jots What?
- I Never Lost As Much But Twice
- It Is A Lonesome Glee
- 'Twas Love—not Me
- 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died