Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Alpine Glow

Our lives are Swiss, --
  So still, so cool,
  Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
  And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
  While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
  Forever intervene!

1. To Hang Our Head Ostensibly
2. The Bone That Has No Marrow
3. The Brain
4. Lost Joy
5. Lost Faith

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