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These—saw Visions—
Latch them softly—
These—held Dimples—
Smooth them slow—
This—addressed departing accents—
Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—
This—We stroked—
Unnumbered Satin—
These—we held among our own—
Fingers of the Slim Aurora—
Not so arrogant—this Noon—
These—adjust—that ran to meet us—
Pearl—for Stocking—Pearl for Shoe—
Paradise—the only Palace
Fit for Her reception—now—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Like Flowers, That Heard The News Of Dews
- He Parts Himself—like Leaves
- Smiling Back From Coronation
- My Wheel Is In The Dark
- No Notice Gave She, But A Change