To hang our head—ostensibly—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

To hang our head—ostensibly—

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To hang our head—ostensibly—

And subsequent, to find

That such was not the posture

Of our immortal mind—

Affords the sly presumption

That in so dense a fuzz—

You—too—take Cobweb attitudes

Upon a plane of Gauze!

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