Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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As if some little Arctic flower
Upon the polar hem -
Went wandering down the Latitudes
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer -
To firmaments of sun -
To strange, bright crowds of flowers -
And birds, of foreign tongue!
I say, As if this little flower
To Eden, wandered in -
What then? Why nothing,
Only, your inference therefrom!

1. Our Journey Had Advanced
2. We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Doom is the House without the Door
4. Should You but Fail at — Sea
5. I Send Two Sunsets

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