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Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Two: Nature

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IT sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The wrinkles of the road.
  
It makes an even face        5
Of mountain and of plain,—
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
  
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,        10
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil
  
On stump and stack and stem,—
The summer’s empty room,
Acres of seams where harvests were,        15
Recordless, but for them.
  
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen,—
Then stills its artisans like ghosts,
Denying they have been.        20

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