Away from Home are some and I, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Away from Home are some and I

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Away from Home are some and I—

An Emigrant to be

In a Metropolis of Homes

Is easy, possibly—

The Habit of a Foreign Sky

We—difficult—acquire

As Children, who remain in Face

The more their Feet retire.

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