Emily Dickinson Poem

Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red 🥵

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Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned the Red
At Bases of the Trees—
The far Theatricals of Day
Exhibiting—to These—

‘Twas Universe—that did applaud—
While Chiefest—of the Crowd—
Enabled by his Royal Dress—
Myself distinguished God—

Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
Like her the Saints retire

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