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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series Two

XLI.

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DEED.

A deed knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.

It then goes out an act, Or is entombed so still That only to the ear of God Its doom is audible.

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