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She slept beneath a tree—
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute—
She recognized the foot—
Put on her carmine suit
And see!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Mountain Sat Upon The Plain
- Of Course—i Prayed
- I Robbed The Woods
- If The Foolish, Call Them "Flowers"
- I Learned—at Least—what Home Could Be