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I Robbed The Woods

Emily Dickinson

41

I robbed the Woods-
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious-I grasped-I bore away-
What will the solemn Hemlock-
What will the Oak tree say?

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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