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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 205 of 446 · Second Series: Nature

Poem 17

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Who robbed the woods, The trusting woods? The unsuspecting trees Brought out their burrs and mosses His fantasy to please. He scanned their trinkets, curious, He grasped, he bore away. What will the solemn hemlock, What will the fir-tree say?

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