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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 288 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Poem 7

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To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or me They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air, Needs but to remember That the acorn there Is the egg of forests For the upper air!

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