The Winters are so short —
I’m hardly justified
In sending all the Birds away —
And moving into Pod —
Myself — for scarcely settled —
The Phoebes have begun —
And then — it’s time to strike my Tent —
And open House — again —
It’s mostly, interruptions —
My Summer — is despoiled —
Because there was a Winter — once —
And al the Cattle — starved —
And so there was a Deluge —
And swept the World away —
But Ararat’s a Legend — now —
And no one credits Noah —
(Emily Dickinson)
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