Away from Home are some and I, di 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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This Is my Letter to the World,

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Victory Comes Late

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One Sister Have I in Our House

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Of Yellow was the outer Sky

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When We Stand on the Tops of Things

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