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In lands I never saw-they say
Immortal Alps look down-
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament-
Whose Sandals touch the town-
Meek at whose everlasting feet
A Myriad Daisy play-
Which, Sir, are you and which am I
Upon an August day?
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)