Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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How still the bells in steeples stand,
  Till, swollen with the sky,
They leap upon their silver feet
  In frantic melody!

1. A Syllable
2. If the Foolish Call Them
3. Life's Trades
4. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
5. Forbidden Fruit. II

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