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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Apparently With No Surprise

Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on.
The sun proceeds unmoved,
To measure off another day,
For an approving God.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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