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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 323 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Poem 42

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To hang our head ostensibly, And subsequent to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind,

Affords the sly presumption That, in so dense a fuzz, You, too, take cobweb attitudes Upon a plane of gauze!

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