Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures
What Soft—Cherubic Creatures—
These Gentlewomen are—
One would as soon assault a Plush—
Or violate a Star—
Such Dimity Convictions—
A Horror so refined
Of freckled Human Nature—
It's such a common—Glory—
Be so—ashamed of Thee—
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