Emily Dickinson Poem

My Eye is fuller than my vase 👁️

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My Eye is fuller than my vase—
Her Cargo—is of Dew—
And still—my Heart—my Eye outweighs—
East India—for you!

My first well Day—since many ill
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.

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