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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 288 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Poem 7

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To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by,
Needs but to remember
That from you or me
They may take the trifle
Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air,
Needs but to remember
That the acorn there
Is the egg of forests
For the upper air!

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