Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

A Country Burial

Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.

Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.

1. On the Tleakness of My Lot
2. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
3. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow on the Lawn
4. Possession
5. Who Robbed the Woods

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