Emily Dickinson Poem

Our lives are Swiss—

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Our lives are Swiss—
So still—so Cool—
Till some odd afternoon
The Alps neglect their Curtains
And we look farther on!

Italy stands the other side!
While like a guard between—
The solemn Alps—
The siren Alps
Forever intervene!

Our share of night to bear
Our little Kinsmen—after Rain

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