Emily Dickinson Poem

So from the mould

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So from the mould
Scarlet and Gold
Many a Bulb will rise—
Hidden away, cunningly, From sagacious eyes.

So from Cocoon
Many a Worm
Leap so Highland gay,
Peasants like me,
Peasants like Thee
Gaze perplexedly!

So glad we are—a Stranger'd deem
So bashful when I spied her

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