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Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of My identity.
Yet Neither told—that I could learn—
My Secret as secure
As Herschel's private interest
Or Mercury's affair—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- We Do Not Play On Graves
- When I Hoped, I Recollect
- There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
- I Meant To Find Her When I Came
- Rest At Night