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I dreaded that first Robin, so,
But He is mastered, now,
I’m accustomed to Him grown,
He hurts a little, though-
I thought If I could only live
Till that first Shout got by-
Not all Pianos in the Woods
Had power to mangle me-
I dared not meet the Daffodils-
For fear their Yellow Gown
Would pierce me with a fashion
So foreign to my own-
I wished the Grass would hurry-
So-when ’twas time to see-
He’d be too tall, the tallest one
Could stretch-to look at me-
I could not bear the Bees should come,
I wished they’d stay away
In those dim countries where they go,
What word had they, for me?
They’re here, though; not a creature failed-
No Blossom stayed away
In gentle deference to me-
The Queen of Calvary-
Each one salutes me, as he goes,
And I, my childish Plumes,
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking Drums-
(Emily Dickinson)
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