Over and Over, Like a Tune, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Over and Over, Like a Tune

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Over and over, like a Tune—

The Recollection plays—

Drums off the Phantom Battlements

Cornets of Paradise—

Snatches, from Baptized Generations—

Cadences too grand

But for the Justified Processions

At the Lord’s Right hand.

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