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The Himmaleh was known to stoop
Unto the Daisy low—
Transported with Compassion
That such a Doll should grow
Where Tent by Tent—Her Universe
Hung out its Flags of Snow—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- She Staked Her Feathers—gained An Arc
- What Shall I Do—it Whimpers So
- Death is like the insect
- Oh Shadow on the Grass
- Part Five: The Single Hound
