To My Small Hearth His Fire Came
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To my small Hearth His fire came-
And all my House aglow
Did fan and rock, with sudden light-
'Twas Sunrise-'twas the Sky-
Impanelled from no Summer brief-
With limit of Decay-
'Twas Noon-without the News of Night-
Nay, Nature, it was Day-
Emily Dickinson
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