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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series One

III. I.

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NATURE.

New feet within my garden go, New fingers stir the sod; A troubadour upon the elm Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green, New weary sleep below; And still the pensive spring returns, And still the punctual snow!

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