Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—

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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—

Sometimes—scalps a Tree—

Her Green People recollect it

When they do not die—

Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—

Dumbly testify—

We—who have the Souls—

Die oftener—Not so vitally—

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