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"Nature" is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- "Faith" Is A Fine Invention
- "Why Do I Love" You, Sir?
- Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
- The Spry Arms Of The Wind
- A Sickness Of This World It Most Occasions