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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 217 of 446 · Second Series: Nature

Poem 29

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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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