Her little Parasol to lift
And once to let it down
Her whole Responsibility —
To imitate be Mine.
A Summer further I must wear,
Content if Nature’s Drawer
Present me from sepulchral Crease
As blemishless, as Her.
(Emily Dickinson)
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