Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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We play at paste,
Till qualified for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
The shapes, though, were similar,
And our new hands
Learned gem-tactics
Practising sands.

1. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Resurgam
4. Sight
5. Remorse

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