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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer

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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show—
So fairy—so fictitious
The individuals do
Repealed from observation—
A Party that we knew—
More distant in an instant
Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.

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