Glass Was The Street'in Tinsel Peril
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Glass was the Street-in tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood-
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road-
Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations
Emphasized and gone
It is the Past's supreme italic
Makes this Present mean-
Emily Dickinson
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