Emily Dickinson Poem

I robbed the Woods 🪓

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I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?

I rose—because He sank 🌹
I reckon—when I count it all 🌍

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