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The rainbow never tells me
That gust and storm are by,
Yet is she more convincing
Than Philosophy.
My flowers turn from Forums—
Yet eloquent declare
What Cato couldn't prove me
Except the birds were here!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- So Bashful When I Spied Her!
- In Falling Timbers Buried
- This Is A Blossom Of The Brain
- The Sun Kept Setting—setting—still
- The Winters Are So Short