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Some such Butterfly be seen
On Brazilian Pampas—
Just at noon—no later—Sweet—
Then—the License closes—
Some such Spice—express and pass—
Subject to Your Plucking—
As the Stars—You knew last Night—
Foreigners—This Morning—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Showed Her Heights She Never Saw
- Not Probable—the Barest Chance
- A Sloop of Amber slips away
- I Saw The Wind Within Her
- Witchcraft Was Hung, In History