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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 342 of 446 · Third Series: Love

Song

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Summer for thee grant I may be When summer days are flown! Thy music still when whippoorwill And oriole are done!

For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb And sow my blossoms o'er! Pray gather me, Anemone, Thy flower forevermore!

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