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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 321 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Alpine Glow

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Our lives are Swiss, -- So still, so cool, Till, some odd afternoon, The Alps neglect their curtains, And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side, While, like a guard between, The solemn Alps, The siren Alps, Forever intervene!

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