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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 321 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Alpine Glow

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Our lives are Swiss, --
So still, so cool,
Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
Forever intervene!

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