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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 273 of 446 · Second Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 34

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What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below?

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