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You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—
You cannot fold a Flood—
And put it in a Drawer—
Because the Winds would find it out—
And tell your Cedar Floor—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Had Been Hungry All The Years-
- It's All I Have To Bring Today
- The Loneliness One Dare Not Sound
- We Learned The Whole Of Love
- Nature, The Gentlest Mother,