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A Snake.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'T is 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 Elizabeth Dickinson
06/30/2019


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