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Bliss is the plaything of the child --
By Emily Dickinson
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril
By Emily Dickinson
There is a pain -- so utter --
By Emily Dickinson
A little Dog that wags his tail
By Emily Dickinson
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
By Emily Dickinson
The Summer that we did not prize,
By Emily Dickinson
The butterfly obtains
By Emily Dickinson
Midsummer, was it, when They died --
By Emily Dickinson
The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --
By Emily Dickinson
The Moon is distant from the Sea
By Emily Dickinson
Beauty crowds me till I die
By Emily Dickinson
Consulting summer's clock,
By Emily Dickinson
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