Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Angels in the early morning
May be seen the dews among,
Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying:
Do the buds to them belong?

Angels when the sun is hottest
May be seen the sands among,
Stooping, plucking, sighing, flying;
Parched the flowers they bear along.

1. A Syllable
2. If the Foolish Call Them
3. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
4. Life's Trades
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

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