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His Voice Decrepit Was With Joy

Emily Dickinson

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His voice decrepit was with Joy-
Her words did totter so
How old the News of Love must be
To make Lips elderly
That purled a moment since with Glee-
Is it Delight or Woe-
Or Terror-that do decorate
This livid interview-

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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