Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!

1. A Service of Song
2. Love’s Baptism
3. Psalm of the Day
4. To Fight Aloud Is Very Brave
5. Renunciation

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