Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Who robbed the woods,
The trusting woods?
The unsuspecting trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
He scanned their trinkets, curious,
He grasped, he bore away.
What will the solemn hemlock,
What will the fir-tree say?

1. The Forgotten Grave
2. Drowning Is Not So Pitiful
3. If the Foolish Call Them
4. Presentiment Is That Long Shadow on the Lawn
5. Possession

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