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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 29 of 446 · First Series: Love

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Alter? When the hills do. Falter? When the sun Question if his glory Be the perfect one.

Surfeit? When the daffodil Doth of the dew: Even as herself, O friend! I will of you!

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