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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 374 of 446 · Third Series: Nature

The Wind

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It's like the light, -- A fashionless delight It's like the bee, -- A dateless melody.

It's like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees.

It's like the morning, -- Best when it's done, -- The everlasting clocks Chime noon.

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