Emily Dickinson Poem

Through the Dark Sod—as Education

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Through the Dark Sod—as Education—
The Lily passes sure—
Feels her white foot—no trepidation—
Her faith—no fear—

Afterward—in the Meadow—
Swinging her Beryl Bell—
The Mold-life—all forgotten—now—
In Ecstasy—and Dell—

Through the strait pass of suffering
Through lane it lay—through bramble

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