Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The most triumphant Bird
I ever knew or met
Embarked upon a twig today
And till Dominion set
I famish to behold
so eminent a sight
And sang for nothing scrutable
But intimate Delight.
Retired, and resumed
his transitive Estate —
To what delicious Accident
Does finest Glory fit!

1. On the Tleakness of My Lot
2. Possession
3. The Moon Is Distant from the Sea
4. Triumph
5. Going

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