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Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

And this of all my Hopes


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And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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