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Sweet Is The Swamp With Its Secrets

Emily Dickinson

1740

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'Tis then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take

At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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