There Are Two Ripenings-one-of Sight
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There are two Ripenings-one-of sight-
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground-
A homelier maturing-
A process in the Bur-
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose
In far October Air.
Emily Dickinson
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