In lands I never saw—they say, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

In lands I never saw—they say

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In lands I never saw—they say

Immortal Alps look down—

Whose Bonnets touch the firmament—

Whose Sandals touch the town—

Meek at whose everlasting feet

A Myriad Daisy play—

Which, Sir, are you and which am I

Upon an August day?

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