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The One who could repeat the Summer day—
Were greater than itself—though He
Minutest of Mankind should be—
And He—could reproduce the Sun—
At period of going down—
The Lingering—and the Stain—I mean—
When Orient have been outgrown
And Occident—become Unknown—
His Name—remain—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Her&Mdash;"Last Poems"
- Promise This—when You Be Dying
- The Rainbow Never Tells Me
- So Bashful When I Spied Her!
- In Falling Timbers Buried