Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer remained our side.

How excellent the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. The Bee
3. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
4. A Day
5. Indian Summer

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