Bloom Upon the Mountain—stated, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Bloom Upon the Mountain—stated

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Bloom upon the Mountain—stated—

Blameless of a Name—

Efflorescence of a Sunset—

Reproduced—the same—

Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing

Should endow the Day—

Not a Topic of a Twilight—

Show itself away—

Who for tilling—to the Mountain

Come, and disappear—

Whose be Her Renown, or fading,

Witness, is not here—

While I state—the Solemn Petals,

Far as North—and East,

Far as South and West—expanding—

Culminate—in Rest—

And the Mountain to the Evening

Fit His Countenance—

Indicating, by no Muscle—

The Experience—

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