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She sped as Petals of a Rose
Offended by the Wind—
A frail Aristocrat of Time
Indemnity to find—
Leaving on nature—a Default
As Cricket or as Bee—
But Andes in the Bosoms where
She had begun to lie—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Ment To Find Her When I Came;
- The Face I Carry With Me—last
- I Tie My Hat—i Crease My Shawl
- How Noteless Men, And Pleiads, Stand
- The Fingers Of The Light