Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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In lands I never saw, they say,
Immortal Alps look down,
Whose bonnets touch the firmament,
Whose sandals touch the town, --

Meek at whose everlasting feet
A myriad daisies play.
Which, sir, are you, and which am I,
Upon an August day?

1. He Put the Belt around My Life
2. Going to Heaven!
3. I Noticed People Disappeared
4. Essential Oils Are Wrung
5. What Inn Is This

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