Emily Dickinson Poem

Conjecturing a Climate

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Conjecturing a Climate

Of unsuspended Suns—

Adds poignancy to Winter—

The Shivering Fancy turns

 

To a fictitious Country

To palliate a Cold—

Not obviated of Degree—

Nor erased—of Latitude—

Conscious am I in my Chamber
Come slowly—Eden!

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