Emily Dickinson Poem

A Moth the hue of this

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A Moth the hue of this

Haunts Candles in Brazil.

Nature’s Experience would make

Our Reddest Second pale.

 

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,

Of Trinkets, as a Girl.

I measure every Grief I meet
A Mien to move a Queen

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