Nature and God—I neither knew, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Nature and God—I neither knew

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Nature and God—I neither knew

Yet Both so well knew me

They startled, like Executors

Of My identity.

Yet Neither told—that I could learn—

My Secret as secure

As Herschel’s private interest

Or Mercury’s affair—

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Nature and God—I neither knew

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