Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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I stepped from Plank to Plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feet the Sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch —
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience. 

1. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
2. Sight
3. Portraits Are to Daily Faces
4. The Goal
5. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown

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