Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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On the bleakness of my lot
  Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
  Yielded grape and maize.

Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
  Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
  Fructified in sand.

1. The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
2. Upon the Gallows Hung a Wretch
3. The Lost Thought
4. With Flowers (If recollecting were forgetting)
5. A Portrait

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