A Toad Can Die of Light!, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Toad Can Die of Light!

A toad can die of light!

Death is the common right

Of toads and men,—

Of earl and midge

The privilege.

Why swagger then?

The gnat’s supremacy

Is large as thine.

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