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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 144 of 446 · Second Series: Life

My Country'S Wardrobe

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My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced "a fit."

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.

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