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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series Two

XXIX.

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The one that could repeat the summer day Were greater than itself, though he Minutest of mankind might be. And who could reproduce the sun, At period of going down — The lingering and the stain, I mean — When Orient has been outgrown, And Occident becomes unknown, His name remain.

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