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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 144 of 446 · Second Series: Life

My Country'S Wardrobe

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My country need not change her gown, Her triple suit as sweet As when 't was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced "a fit."

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;" Disparagement discreet, -- There 's something in their attitude That taunts her bayonet.

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