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Emily Dickinson

Of Bronze — and Blaze —

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Of Bronze—and Blaze—

The North—tonight—

So adequate—it forms—

So preconcerted with itself—

So distant—to alarms—

An Unconcern so sovreign

To Universe, or me—

Infects my simple spirit

With Taints of Majesty—

Till I take vaster attitudes—

And strut opon my stem—

Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,

For Arrogance of them—

My Splendors, are Menagerie—

But their Competeless Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I, am long ago,

An Island in dishonored Grass—

Whom none but Daisies—know.

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