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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 29 of 446 · First Series: Love

Poem 3

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Alter? When the hills do.
Falter? When the sun
Question if his glory
Be the perfect one.

Surfeit? When the daffodil
Doth of the dew:
Even as herself, O friend!
I will of you!

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