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. Precedence
2. The Forgotten Grave
3. Superiority to Fate
4. My Country's Wardrobe
5. Unto My Books So Good to Turn

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