Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| EDEN is that old-fashioned House | |
| We dwell in every day, | |
| Without suspecting our abode | |
| Until we drive away. | |
| How fair, on looking back, the Day | 5 |
| We sauntered from the door, | |
| Unconscious our returning | |
| Discover it no more. | |
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