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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Robin Is the One

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The Robin is the One
That interrupt the Morn
With hurried—few—express Reports
When March is scarcely on—
 
The Robin is the One
That overflow the Noon
With her cherubic quantity—
An April but begun—
 
The Robin is the One
That speechless from her Nest
Submit that Home—and Certainty
And Sanctity, are best

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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