Emily Dickinson Poem

And this of all my Hopes

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And this of all my Hopes

This, is the silent end

Bountiful colored, my Morning rose

Early and sere, its end

 

Never Bud from a Stem

Stepped with so gay a Foot

Never a Worm so confident

Bored at so brave a Root

Angels, in the early morning
An ignorance a Sunset

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