For Emily — No More Vacation!

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Emily Dickinson, Poetry, The Four Seasons

for Emily

That I love you — too Simple! — no
It must be — I always love you
These feeble things — the Days —
Dawn — Ha! — surely it jests
A mere mockery — of our Eternity
Not of this Earth — are you — with me
Time — our watch — we forget to wind

 

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