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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
When the only Tree
Ever He minded occupying
By the Farmer be—
Clove to the Root—
His Spacious Future—
Best Horizon—gone—
Whose Music be His
Only Anodyne—
Brave Bobolink—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Want—it Pleaded—all Its Life—
- Size Circumscribes—it Has No Room
- So The Eyes Accost—and Sunder
- Who Court Obtain Within Himself
- Of Brussels—it Was Not