Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

A Syllable

Could mortal lip divine
  The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
  'T would crumble with the weight.

1. If the Foolish Call Them
2. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
3. Life's Trades
4. Forbidden Fruit. II
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

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