Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Necromancer, landlord,
Who are these below?

1. It Was Not Death, for I Stood up
2. A Throe upon the Features
3. Some, Too Fragile for Winter Winds
4. Till the End
5. Saved!

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