Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

My Country's Wardrobe

My country need not change her gown,
Her triple suit as sweet
As when 't was cut at Lexington,
And first pronounced "a fit."

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's something in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.

1. Reticence
2. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
3. Except to Heaven, She Is Nought
4. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
5. This Merit Hath the Worst

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