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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 229 of 446 · Second Series: Nature

Poem 41

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Like mighty footlights burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.

'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself distinguished God.

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