Emily Dickinson Poem

No Bobolink—reverse His Singing 🎙️

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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing
When the only Tree
Ever He minded occupying
By the Farmer be—

Clove to the Root—
His Spacious Future—
Best Horizon—gone—
Whose Music be His
Only Anodyne—
Brave Bobolink—

No Crowd that has occurred
New feet within my garden go

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