Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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In lands I never saw, they say,
Immortal Alps look down,
Whose bonnets touch the firmament,
Whose sandals touch the town, --

Meek at whose everlasting feet
A myriad daisies play.
Which, sir, are you, and which am I,
Upon an August day?

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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