Whose cheek is this?
What rosy face
Has lost a blush today?
I found her — “pleiad” — in the woods
And bore her safe away.
Robins, in the tradition
Did cover such with leaves,
But which the cheek —
And which the pall
My scrutiny deceives.
(Emily Dickinson)
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