Were natural mortal lady
Who had so little time
To pack her trunk and order
The great exchange of clime —
How rapid, how momentous —
What exigencies were —
But nature will be ready
And have an hour to spare.
To make some trifle fairer
That was too fair before —
Enchanting by remaining,
And by departure more.
(Emily Dickinson)
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- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
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