The Day Grew Small, Surrounded Tight
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The Day grew small, surrounded tight
By early, stooping Night-
The Afternoon in Evening deep
Its Yellow shortness dropt-
The Winds went out their martial ways
The Leaves obtained excuse-
November hung his Granite Hat
Upon a nail of Plush-
Emily Dickinson
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