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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 308 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Poem 27

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On the bleakness of my lot
Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
Yielded grape and maize.

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.

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