Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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He put the belt around my life, --
I heard the buckle snap,
And turned away, imperial,
My lifetime folding up
Deliberate, as a duke would do
A kingdom's title-deed, --
Henceforth a dedicated sort,
A member of the cloud.

Yet not too far to come at call,
And do the little toils
That make the circuit of the rest,
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine
And kindly ask it in, --
Whose invitation, knew you not
For whom I must decline?

1. Going to Heaven!
2. I Noticed People Disappeared
3. Essential Oils Are Wrung
4. What Inn Is This
5. Forbidden Fruit. I

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