Emily Dickinson

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

I Robbed The Woods - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?


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  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (11/24/2014 5:09:00 AM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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