Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Two: Nature
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| THE SKY is low, the clouds are mean, | |
| A travelling flake of snow | |
| Across a barn or through a rut | |
| Debates if it will go. | |
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| A narrow wind complains all day | 5 |
| How some one treated him; | |
| Nature, like us, is sometimes caught | |
| Without her diadem. | |
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