Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
A Moth The Hue Of This - Poem by Emily Dickinson
A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.
Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
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