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Emily Dickinson 



[1859]




When I count the seeds
That are sown beneath— 
To bloom so, bye and bye—

When I con the people
Lain so low—
To be received as high—

When I believe the garden
Mortal shall not see—
Pick by faith its blossom
And avoid its Bee,
I can spare this summer—unreluctantly.


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