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Soto! Explore thyself!
Therein thyself shalt find
The "Undiscovered Continent"—
No Settler had the Mind.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds
- Strong Draughts Of Their Refreshing Minds
- 'Twas Like A Maelstrom, With A Notch
- Sweet, To Have Had Them Lost
- The Angle Of A Landscape