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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
At Bases of the Trees—
The far Theatricals of Day
Exhibiting—to These—
'Twas Universe—that did applaud—
While Chiefest—of the Crowd—
Enabled by his Royal Dress—
Myself distinguished God—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- None Can Experience Sting
- This Was In The White Of The Year
- It sounded as if the Streets were running
- The Savior Must Have Been A Docile Gentleman (1487)
- Let Us Play Yesterday
