Emily Dickinson Poem

A Chilly Peace infests the Grass

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A Chilly Peace infests the Grass
The Sun respectful lies –
Not any Trance of industry
These shadows scrutinize –

Whose Allies go no more astray
For service or for Glee –
Though all mankind do anchor here
From whatsoever Sea –

A Counterfeit – a Plated Person –
A chastened Grace is twice a Grace

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