Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
I robbed the Woods
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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