Emily Dickinson Poem

The Mountains—grow unnoticed

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The Mountains—grow unnoticed—
Their Purple figures rise
Without attempt—Exhaustion—
Assistance—or Applause—

In Their Eternal Faces
The Sun—with just delight
Looks long—and last—and golden—
For fellowship—at night—

The Murmur of a Bee
The Mountain sat upon the Plain

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