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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Three: Nature 98. It's like the light

THE WIND.


It's like the light, --

A fashionless delight

It's like the bee, --

A dateless melody.


It's like the woods,

Private like breeze,

Phraseless, yet it stirs

The proudest trees.


It's like the morning, --

Best when it's done, --

The everlasting clocks

Chime noon.

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