Emily Dickinson

The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
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The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little,--
And that's the skies!

The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
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The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Into his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

I must go in, the fog is rising.

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
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Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.