Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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To hang our head ostensibly,
  And subsequent to find
That such was not the posture
  Of our immortal mind,

Affords the sly presumption
  That, in so dense a fuzz,
You, too, take cobweb attitudes
  Upon a plane of gauze!

1. I Know a Place Where Summer Strives
2. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
3. Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
4. Going
5. Contrast

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