Emily Dickinson Poem

But little Carmine hath her face

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But little Carmine hath her face—

Of Emerald scant—her Gown—

Her Beauty—is the love she doth—

Itself—exhibit—Mine—

By a flower—By a letter
Bring me the sunset in a cup

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