Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Three: Love
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| SPLIT the lark and you ll find the music, | |
| Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled, | |
| Scantily dealt to the summer morning, | |
| Saved for your ear when lutes be old. | |
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| Loose the flood, you shall find it patent, | 5 |
| Gush after gush, reserved for you; | |
| Scarlet experiment! sceptic Thomas, | |
| Now, do you doubt that your bird was true? | |
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