Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
  Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
  As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in,
  For this was woman's son.
''T was all I had,' she stricken gasped;
  Oh, what a livid boon!

1. Essential Oils Are Wrung
2. Forbidden Fruit. I
3. Contrast
4. Fire
5. Ventures

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