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The Birds reported from the South-
A News express to Me-
A spicy Charge, My little Posts-
But I am deaf-Today-
The Flowers-appealed-a timid Throng-
I reinforced the Door-
Go blossom for the Bees-I said-
And trouble Me-no More-
The Summer Grace, for Notice strove-
Remote-Her best Array-
The Heart-to stimulate the Eye
Refused too utterly-
At length, a Mourner, like Myself,
She drew away austere-
Her frosts to ponder-then it was
I recollected Her-
She suffered Me, for I had mourned-
I offered Her no word-
My Witness-was the Crape I bore-
Her-Witness-was Her Dead-
Thenceforward-We-together dwelt-
I never questioned Her-
Our Contract
A Wiser Sympathy
The Birds Reported From The South
Emily Dickinson
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