Emily Dickinson Poem

Dropped into the Ether Acre

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Dropped into the Ether Acre—

Wearing the Sod Gown—

Bonnet of Everlasting Laces—

Brooch—frozen on—

 

Horses of Blonde—and Coach of Silver—

Baggage a strapped Pearl—

Journey of Down—and Whip of Diamond—

Riding to meet the Earl—

Dust is the only Secret
Dreams—are well—but Waking's better

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