Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

If I couldn't thank you,
Being fast asleep,
You will know I'm trying
Why my Granite lip!

1. Going
2. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
3. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
4. Who Robbed the Woods
5. A Country Burial

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