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Its Little Ether Hood

Emily Dickinson

1501

Its little Ether Hood
Doth sit upon its Head-
The millinery supple
Of the sagacious God-

Till when it slip away
A nothing at a time-
And Dandelion's Drama
Expires in a stem.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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